Welcome to the club with blindfoldspromise not to see anything more thanwhat benefits usLeave ethical baggage behindyou won't sink with stones around your neckIf storms rock the boatHold on tight to each otherDo not divulge secretsTill we find a submarineand go underwaterThen, if you are luckyEven you may leave-Alive, but mutedfor spoken truthtakes you closer … Continue reading Conspirators’ Club
a different meat each step of the journeyincreasing baggagelessons learnt, reconsideredsteps - Finally, I'm on top WDYS #290
Wordsescape neural pathwaysto find their place in the worldbefore I can incarcerate them on a page Wordsdisappear in the nightcaptured by someone in the name ofsynchronicity; employed in another story Wordschoose their owners and stories;Not everyone looks up the Synonyms pageNot every word is found when you need it most Wordsjoin context and expressionsto play … Continue reading Words
Welcome back! PROMPT #382 I came across a beautiful write-up on Brainpickings.org on the subject of creativity. To be alone at your desk or in your studio is not enough. You have to free yourself from the phantoms and inner critics who pursue you wherever you go. “When you start working,” said the composer John … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #382
My thoughts wander on undulating sandI feel one with clouds, winds and raging stormsI go with high tides, then choose to subsideUncentered in whirlpools, I find my calm I feel one with clouds, winds and raging stormsWatch tales unfold as waves hit the shoreUncentered in whirlpools, I find my calmI am the reader and the … Continue reading When I spin yarns
presumptuousnesswants to live in joy; Ahoylet's get there where peacesurvives happiness; beckonsReason to make a factsheetblankness reveals layered truth Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
words of fire singe my skinbut the winter insidedoes not let them in a surgeon suturesmy broken interiorswalks outhead hung low the last breathlike a serpent’s hissrocks my existenceliberates the soulfrom quietnessto high-activity zones Quadrille #224
I draw a circle on paperand fold itcircles are terrifyingthey go nowherethe wheel mocks;Don’t you ever ride meand get to your destination? I fold my hands in gratitudetowards the wheelYou are TimeI’m stationaryI make sense of existencethrough you and yetthe meaning is short-livedas you roll awayand I don’t recogniseyour return in disguise my curiosityblocked by … Continue reading Circles go Nowhere
Déjà vu strikes as I see the old man on my first visit to the city. I’m sure we’ve never met before, but he has been there forever in my fears of the future, in my tragic stories and in the history of pavements. I avert my eyes --till they catch sight of his tiny … Continue reading Deja Vu or Veja Du – a Braided Haibun
every breathtakes me near deathlights up worldsburns, preservesall that's sacred Weekend Writing Prompt #416
