I have used a 2,5,6 - 2,5,6 pattern. Let us call it Ascent, in the absence of a better term. Silenceis not agreementleast of all compliance I speakto be heard, if notunderstood by aliens let usleave an impressionfree to fade or erase Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
colors hauntask for new patternsexpressionun-alignedto vision of the artist-but through his toolkit The painting is entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals” and was painted in 1910-11 by Frantisek Kupka OLN at dVerse
implosionsunheard, impactfulsuppressed ragebursting throughinvisible seams - a forcenot a silent scream Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge - Oxymoron
ancient stones ascend,slow whispers of patient earth,moon descends in grace,crowning their long, silent climb,silver blessing on the peaks. What Do You See #323
impeccably cleanI extend an eager handawaiting firm grips ~ Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it as yet? ~ L.M. Montgomery I watch active feetcalloused with experiencestain virginity Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #46
Can the Sun rise in the West? To the extent of our knowledge, No. We place immense trust in Nature. Sometimes we also trust human beings we see as infallible and supportive. I felt a pillar fall that morning when I saw a change in someone’s stance. More so, because the reason for it was … Continue reading The Compass is Me
Once upon a time, I made sure that doors did not close behind me. The future was exciting, but uncertain, and I wanted my support systems to stay intact. Today, I don’t turn back to look at the footprints I’ve left behind. Some are blown away by the winds. Some leave an impression on wet … Continue reading Letting Go
zero is where I find myselfat the beginning of every venturebut life takes different turnsand gets labelled with numbersit throws me back with impunityround is the only way to go jump through the looplest you remain rotating inside Quadrille #237
sunsethues color hopeit's my shadow and youkeeping pace with togethernessBlessed Love What Do You See #317
I will be out somewhere therewhen power pounces on the vulnerablemy angry soul will lay barevolcanoes uncountableDeath barriers are not insurmountable MTB at dVerse
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