“I always call a spade a spade, take it or leave it”, hisses my firebrand sister and leaves the room. To each her own. She has changed three jobs in the last two years and been in and out of relationships ever since her teens. I must confess she is often right on logical and … Continue reading Tact
Hi, Laura Thanks for the very different prompt. This is easy and tough at the same time. Endings feel so appropriate in the tired and jaded mindset I am in at this late hour. I confess I cheated a little - chose the last two lines from my poems and put them together. Let me … Continue reading In my end is my beginning
waving hopeblossoming dreams writeprophesieson dark wallslife will be a cake walk - ifyou dare to challenge dVerse Poetics - Ekphrastic
It is the same houseonce inhabited by generositynow plundered by successors-they’ve taken awayvalues and wishes of harmonyprinciples and precious belongings heat of argumentspervades the airwispy strands of warmthdisappear into oblivion legacies do not definethey degenerate.. dVerse Quadrille
I can hear dry leaves rustling outside, but overall it has been a rather quiet season. Astrologers convince people to suffer silently, as Mars and Jupiter are in retrograde motion. There’s hope at the end of the tunnel as they say, but spring is still a season away. News channels are abuzz with political conflict … Continue reading Lull
To MarkLet the poetic sound of moons and stars invade your night thoughts to give you sweet dreams always for in your dreams lies the happiness you truly want. hope you enjoy the book Michelle I’m limited; I’m humanMay God be with youThrough stars, moon or sunLet radiance permeate you I see you as the … Continue reading Response: MTB- Critique and Craft
No Sun; No Moonthick creamy days dissolvein dense charcoal nightsWe need to generate itWhatever’s called lightNo hunt; no fightNo sheers; no white faltering stepsscan sidewalkseyes adapt slowlyto dusky shadesIn witching hoursNo day; No nightNo horizon; no twilight trust reinventinghabits meltingIn unheard zonesshapes emergingfrom depths unknownNo pits; no heightsNo sky; no flights dVerse Poetics No-vember
I embrace nightsas they get darkeron busy moonsIt helps me see myselfwithout reflections0r mirror distractions I walk alone, runstart to climbmy clipped wings-a constant reminderof forbidden destinations I dispense with approvalson facingconstant rejection Quadrille #164
I know who killed mebut that’s not youfifty shades of greyor maybe morestopped you fromappreciatingdifferent hues I know who killed mebut that’s not youThe Lonely Ladywanted alignmentyou got swept awayignored my hungerfor all things new I know who killed mebut that’s not youThe Showgirlsflaunted wealthhated my guts and witshining through I know who killed mebut … Continue reading I know who killed me
She died yesterday. The priest chants mantras irrelevant to the essence of her life. She stood for freedom and path-breaking ideas. Rituals are about beating a trodden path with sticks shaped out of a murdered tree. Those who pray for the soul to rest in peace know not that she exists beyond their reach - … Continue reading She died yesterday
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