carousels pine for their own destination just ferrying others takes its toll – the wear and tear being unnoticed at large https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/31/in-other-words-carousel/
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carousels pine for their own destination just ferrying others takes its toll – the wear and tear being unnoticed at large https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/31/in-other-words-carousel/
shadows on the wall changing shape, form with light my fragmented self https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/24/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-july-24th-2019-shadows-on-the-wall/
my lonely, scalded soul groans so often on being unfairly chosen for the cross my tears are nothing, but lava molten just why should divine justice be so gross I drag through the day, and then sleep morose one morning… my inner eye awakens I see no reason to be so shaken it's all … Continue reading Cross I bear
Prompt at https://amanpan.com/2019/07/22/brewnspew-cafe-july-22-2019/ Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams. – Hosea Ballou indifferent smiles remind me I haven’t cried for long -tears that welled from depths of innocence -smiles that beamed uncalculated, unconcerned now a thing of the past …. purity of raindrops on my unmade face and … Continue reading Whole again …
my eyes under the spell of delicate beauty long to be fierce again, once more but fail... https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/23/photo-challenge-273/
they ask for space but not a room they ask for keys but not a lock they ask for time but not a clock Yet I need to stay open capture them for posterity Ideas are such welcome visitors https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/18/tale-weaver-232-july-18th-visit/
Welcome to a new challenge! PROMPT The two sentences for the prompt this week are fairly simple, and yet not so simple. This is where I lost myself This is where I found myself Choose any one and base your piece on it. It is not necessary that the words appear in the piece. It … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #96
transforming beaches high and low tides – fickle waves ebbing and surging teach me how to live – sun, moon make a struggle magical https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/17/in-other-words-the-beach/
Fire changes, and each moth approaches it without knowing the fate of those who died before … at least without being able to connect the cause of death with fatal attraction. The Sun is one, but fields of sunflowers change. Moods and emotions change. Undying love renews itself every moment to sustain itself. Understanding is … Continue reading Eternal Myth
I wonder if anybody would notice my absence if I disappeared. They are busy searching for a meaning of life on their screens, or trying to forget what they don’t like about their lives – and that could include me. Do I really care? I evade the question. I need a roof on my head, … Continue reading Companions