Implosions

hats and veils fleeunable to concealred-hot authenticitybuzzing brainscrowd runwaysready to fly transmute mouldsinto flying gearHold judgmentwatch magic unfoldyour world’s set to changeby a yet unseen range talent blooms fromlong-suppressed rageindividuality is finallycoming of age Poetics - In other Words Image Credit: Georgia O’Keeffe, Three Women (1918), watercolour and graphite on paper, Georgia O’Keeffe Museum, gift of Gerald … Continue reading Implosions

Thought Cycles

discarded thoughtsfloat on waveshit hard rocksand transform themselves dress in a shellto look differentfocus inwardemerge like a pearl non-interferingnon-imposingadding lustreto fertile minds dropping from mouthslike reluctant wordswith copyrightsnot fully ownedbut held tight MTB - Open to question

Sacrilege

When someone is hostileI often thinkwhat did I doin a previous lifetimeto leave this woundthat makes them rile? The ground beneath my feetmoves to lay barea throbbing secret-it can become a quake-the marks humans leaveare most often scars I pray to the oceanforgive our sinsburied in your depthsleash the tsunamisyou nurse underneath the sky sheds … Continue reading Sacrilege

Summer Laments

summer lamentsthe season of hatredwatches warmthbecome the fire of hell pink stalks of rhubarbturn bloody redas greens wilt awayfarm animals like hens and lambsretreat in self-defence this summerbe remembered fornarrativesunleashed ongullible minds; compelled toopt for destruction let silenceof lambs bear a tagprice paid forinactionlet dark clouds part to revealcould-have-been futures Tanka Tuesday

Journeys

subways have an eerie feelshafts of light show the pathascension to lightaccelerates the pace highway tunnelsgive other-worldly feelspeed limits remindof impending civilisation subconscious imprintsinstincts to thoughtsthoughts to actionjourneys of the mindconsciousness reigns Photo Challenge at MLMM Photo by Jakub Novacek on Pexels.com

Stitching the Moon

craters inside me-retchunable to eject venomintensifyingfor centuries borrowed lightwashes meevery nightyet I awaitthe Magic Detox revolutions around Godgather darknessthen seek revengeby revealing the night’s secrets-Alien footstepstear me further apart It’s time to scatter myselfstitch shadows againinto a wispy wholeeliminating lightand all those secretsstolen by rocketsand the night What Do You See #236

Solar Bomb

a solar bombwrapped in cloudseclipsed at timesretains its shinelaughs at storieswith silent whines gauges, parametersinadequateto measure profundityof seeminglyundepleted energyfor centuriesor more is it falling apartwill it give way-finallyto dark ageswith man-madelight bombs? humanitywill facilitatelack of uniformityor predictability-someone’s follyanother’s blessing uneven structuresmanufacturedto preserve the fog-clarityis not everyone’selixir of life W3 PROMPT #104

Stranded

I can hear a heartbeatin this astounding silencewith no colour, caste or creedBeing human is not an advantage any moreas long as a heart beatsand can connect with all that surrounds Maybe … I dare to hopeIt will show a sign of affinity for my presenceWe have journeys to undertakeWhy not together? The tiger in … Continue reading Stranded

The Stranger’s Face

an unusual shapepeeks through cloudsin unnamed colourswithout a sound Is it an alien taking stockof conquerable planets?Or a form of Godafraid of facing worldsdeemed to be his creation?so unrecognisable nowthis is not how it was plannedthis is not what it wasmeant to be clouds part to give wayto unknown artbefore the raindrops falland sing a … Continue reading The Stranger’s Face

Grit

hollownessacquires shapeshe carries her lifeon wispy shoulderseach whiff of smokesolidifies into gritshe keeps movingon foggy pathsunsure of the ground beneathbut seeing her limitsin the sky What Do You See?