when crayons run out of colorbut the mind is fertileI draw a rough sketchto be repainted when I returnas an architectto rebuildthis much-loved place my bubble bursting with joyMy gran will welcome meinto her monochrome homeask for a fresh coat of paint W3 Prompt #189
I wear flowers in the buttonholethey wither away leaving a fragranceto work as an appliqueto conceal un-darned, damaged fabricof my once celebrated existence I wear smiles to ease interactionsbut the bobbin that held me togetherseems to be running out of threadfresh supplies have dried upin absence of meaningful contacts I will accept my place in … Continue reading Outrun
Anna felt like a free person, walking barefoot on the sand. The waves washed her feet and the footprints she left behind in time. Then, suddenly, a high tide of memories would encapsulate her in the existence she left behind. She had lived in terror. She feared that at any moment someone would yell at … Continue reading Pulled Back
shared space, shared smilesmats, cushions are welcome relieffrom cold intimacy of white tilesEnjoy; our camaraderie is brief soon we’ll go fighting againcompeting for the sofa or bedMom, please don’t feel so drainedRelax; you don’t have to see red We pulled out napkins from the ringsand half the filling from cute soft toysBut we always make … Continue reading Eleven
Welcome to the last month of 2025! PROMPT #410 I've navigated a hectic few weeks with multiple problems and urgent tasks cropping up from seemingly unconnected ends. I need to prepare for travel and the wedding season. Online shopping also seems like a chore. My thoughts turn to some time of total relaxation, before I … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #410
eclectic choicewinners rejoicecompliments raisethe bar being the hostis no mean featit takes time and spaceto coordinate A Sijo sproutsfrom chaosin and outof creative corridors I lost count, but-Skeptically yoursDavid keeps scoreand opens the door It is Wednesday againPoems will rainWagons build a trainon W3 terrain W3 Prompt #188
Neither man nor beast,by day or by night,no weapon nor bombcould end his reign. A wish fulfilledgranted by an anti-god,penance twisted, purpose obscene,insanity made divine. The monster lived with no fear of Death. Then from a stone pillar emerged a creature:half-man, half-beast, at twilight’s edge.Claws like razors,sharp enough to strip life from sin itself. And … Continue reading Narasimha (Man-Lion)
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
Wish you all a peaceful Thanksgiving celebration with family and friends! SHOUT-OUTS Thanks to all my friends here for being a blessing to creativity and collaboration! The special mentions this week are Jude Itakali for creating magic on a single page with his mash-ups. We miss you when you are not around. Suzette B. for … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #409
Numbers measure my days,the clock ticks, calendars get spentthe steps I count to the market.They help me make sense of life,each digit a rung on the laddertoward meaning. Yet infinity waits,a horizon I cannot touch,a silence beyond calculation. So I compare, because comparison is comfort:my 8 against the neighbor's 6,a small victory, a proof that … Continue reading Make Sense of Life
