regrets flowmirror reflectionsshed dark tearssilentlyimperceptible, afraidunconfessed sorrow a tree fallsroots withdraw supportearthquakes wantvictimspeakperpetrators of pain gounnoticed, unmourned Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
End of a Patriarch
Metaphor
If I had to choose one figure of speech to be used repeatedly, it would be the Metaphor. It is quite a simple figure of speech – describing one thing in terms of another. It hides an enormous number of layers. Human thought processes are primarily symbolic. One can gauge a person's mindset by 'listening … Continue reading Metaphor
Vanity – a thing of the past
I am a lighthouse-in search of darknessto obliterate-in search of shipsto seek direction the ocean laughs hystericallywaves slap my idle limbsmy forlorn face stares at the MoonIt dodges my wistful glanceand seeks the Sun I wonder if ships are anchoredto a safe harbour...Do I need to start walkingand find the sky that shelters them? only … Continue reading Vanity – a thing of the past
Lightning
The Chosen Form is Cyclus The Cyclus is:○ a 12-line poem.○ syllabic, syllables per line 2-4-6-6-4-2-2-4-6-6-4-2○ unrhymed. flash ofsudden brilliancequick insight in darkness-a momentary strikefrom troubled skies-changesviewpoints-offers a choicebetween velvet darknessor illuminatedpathways tearingdark wombs Written for Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt - Theme - Nature of Lightning
Unanswered
When did I become A searchfrom a pathway Who labeled a fading scar aspersistent ache Why did I agree to move mountainsand build a graveyard What blinded me enough to lose visionin search of light How did I change a metaphorto autobiography Written for Sunday Confessionals
House
The house is isolated, a little away from the mainstream. People who live in surrounding areas are often perplexed about its existence and purpose. Interestingly, the house has smart sensors and receives signals from different parts of the world. Intellectual inputs and ideas are always welcome. It is well-connected, but not part of a spy … Continue reading House
Carriers
cutting across wind, clouds I ferry passengers to destinations I change every moment someone boards, or alights at different stations regardless, I move on with my face in place concealing emotions bonding, unbonding seething inside with unanswered questions will they disappear at the end of a journey or change locations? https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/18/sunday-writing-prompt-train-ticket/
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