Mythology frustrates me-if gods and demons could swap masks at willWhat is “divine” but a lie rehearsed in temples,What is “evil” but a trick of better lighting?Impossible was fiction, like infinitymiracles forged in molten deceit,betrayals spun into prophecies,history rewritten in the ink of illusion. AI clones echo in a hall of mirrors,make me long to … Continue reading The Point of No Return
It is the season to lie low and enjoy a hot beverage with fritters, get romantic under an umbrella at a picnic spot, or sing on a swing under the trees. It is a reason to read and write poetry, as the showers from heaven wash away past seasons and renew the Earth’s soul. The … Continue reading Why complain?
she cracks upto watch him floatingin dark stormswearing starsto meet Bliss beyond the skieshorizons defined OLN at dVerse
He kept breathing ambition,walking, and then sprintingpropelled by a quest for victory A turnaround calledbut fell on deaf ears-obsession quelledcuriosity He reached the finishing line,but he was not the firsttrampled roads mockedthose who were therelooked defeatedHe wondered why… Not knowing that at the moment,he overlookedthe turnaroundIt was his moment of defeatfor he missed outon better … Continue reading Triumph and Defeat
I want to pluck it outThe maverick, honest gene in meThe world around me revolvesanti-clockwise……Dizzy, I wonderIf I’ve been doing it wrongall along My way is not the highway.My conscience is not the gatekeeper.I’m an anachronism Quadrille #226
a sharp mindcaring dispositionrespect for personal boundaries lets me speaklistens attentivelyno mansplaining or interjections knows my dreamsoffers quiet supportis a partner in silence and words book addictintellectual bentuses reason more than emotion MTB at dVerse
dark alleys of thoughtforay into nothingnesson the verge of light it’s not meit’s that nagging voicethat incitesenragesat its best – encouragesme to take the leap resentmentto thoughts of revengescalding wordshands like swordscut sheaths of oppressionexpose hollow claims power inpresumptuous handsfalls like ashruins ofdilapidated structuresgive way to free will Poetics at dVerse
I walked alone in the morningwhile others sleptnavigated my tracksthrough dead fish and snakes-it was low tidethe sea depositedits ugly secretson the beachas fisherwomenhung their dirty linenout there to dry I walked alone in the evening.the waves swallowed a golden ballbled orange and crimsonon a weeping horizonjumped high to create wallsto block the view of … Continue reading The Disconnect
Nocturnal birds dig the night deepto unlock wisdom held by darknessdraw silver lines on purple skiesmake planets weary of earthly voyagersthat smell of human hands, not rootsSunrise might reveal conspiracieswhere East and West show Northof human ambition Quadrille Monday at dVerse Pub
every pore - a screamfights expectations galorepatriarchy reignsa feminist sculpted bycarving rocks of social norms Poetics Tuesday
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