despair to miraclesinsanity to sanityambiguity to claritysorrow to equanimity a shift in perspectivethat happens in a momentor takes a lifetimeit’s all about receptivity some take their viewas gospel truthothers look for opportunityto explore new avenues Quadrille at dVerse
I watch a child discovering the world around him. What if I clean my mind of all preconceived notions? How will places and spaces and the things within appear to me? The space behind the door is just a hiding place. It has nothing to do with letting people in and out. The tree outside … Continue reading Places and Spaces
I feel the profundity of the dream, except that it’s not a dream. I’m awake. I’m in my senses, but my eyes are shut. It is a kind of meditative state. In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea. Below I see floating islands tagged with names and dates of centuries, … Continue reading Surrender
HIGH I see them jumping highchallenging their own dwarfnessnot accepting defeathoping to touch the targetand one day they do-my puppies have climbed the bed today LIGHT They are the light of my lifeBringing love and happinessI get carried away in their excitementReprimand them for damaging thingsSmiling when they don’t obeyWistfully, I long to have that … Continue reading Puppies
fiddle with objectsfor no reasonchange somethingthat doesn’t need changechannel-surf on televisionscroll down Instagramtill eyes acheask a puppy to fetch the ballhope his energy infuses me-It’s sheer boredom open a deviceget in a state of flowplay with wordslet something emergefrom my deepest coreeffortlessly I’m just a mediumI’m at my best dVerse Poetics hosted by Lisa
a stab in the backnot always treacherous-someone’s assertion of independenceinability to hit you on the faceyou never made them feel free to do so a difference of opiniona parting of ways-the last gasp for breathbefore relationships die Quadrille at dVerse
I find potential to be a scary word. It comes shackled with doubt on my capability to assess. What if my estimate is incorrect, especially when there’s no historical data to be extrapolated? Mezza Luna laughs soundlessly. She carries a history behind her, but holds out no promise for the future. She doesn’t like being … Continue reading Mezza Luna
I never wanted to be like her or youShe put a candle, with no single hue. Wherein her splendour proved an ecstasy,Yield my life, and dust your humility. She put a lighter thought along her lips,Silent as the dawn from a sweet eclipse! Poem generated through Website: Verse by Verse Image source: Photosonic on writesonic.com … Continue reading Let me be
If the dance floor is empty, change the musiclet them follow the steps or bootlick you are the boss, you need to hold swaydictate every move, crush rebellious ways every new note devisedfails to see steps revised Watch the Dancers change... Quadrille #170
all those words hanging in oblivionunheard, ignored, misunderstoodall those emotions unexpresseddevalued, unrecognized or crushedall those open communication loopsunable to regroup, they droopscream for attention, ask for closure…I wake up in sweat, It’s a nightmare I wake up to reassure they existI acknowledge what originates in meI’m not responsible for receiver’s apathyThey live by their own … Continue reading Understanding or Love?
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