ominous voicewith penetrating visionnobody wantsto see or hear me symbol of wisdomin certain cultureslabelled as an idiotby those who fear me tearing through darknessstories penetrate my coreprocessing inputsI speak, but once in a whiletruth scares - bad omen am I Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3APDjieGtk&t=37s
Will this work?holding setting sunstill they melt-inheritfading light to permeatemy dark existence I see starsstretch non-existentarms towardsmy dwindlingform - to include me in theirborrowed lights night club membershipswill not work for meif they suckout all thatI've held on to justifymy sunless courtyards Liquid Sun!Take me with you towhicheverland you goyour inseparable partnot mere reflection What … Continue reading Fading Lights
We are at the crossroads – wonderingas the clock ticks non-stopWill the plane touch the stars?Will the lighthouse guide the ship? A poet wakes up to write his pieceA flag is hoisted on the moonPyramids of power collapseFire-tipped arrows face guns We are the crossroads – wonderingAs the clock ticks non-stopWill we be there till … Continue reading Collapse time
Welcome back! PROMPT #281 Let's see how you choose to open and decode this message 🙂 There is no restriction on format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to be offensive, vulgar or something that hurts common … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #281
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when life interferes with well-laid plansmessages sent, are not receivedwhen you plan carefully minute detailsthe stairs are seventeen, not thirteen messages sent, are not receivedwindows open in the sky to speakstairs are seventeen, you saw thirteenyou recount steps, miss calls from Heaven windows open in the sky to speakyou're busy counting odds and evensyou recount … Continue reading When life interferes…
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Art: Portrait of Eivind Eckbo” painted in 1914: multiple identitiesmultiple mirrorsI often forgethow to greet myself solitudea scary vacuumclueless about my valuea trophy on the shelf Art: “Portrait of Mary Alice Eckbo” painted in 1914 kaleidoscope of dreamsforces my stepI charge aheadwith multiple handsto grab destiny Poetics at dVerse
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silentsmall implosionsincrease toxicityand the only way is to justlet go An explosion that looks spontaneous needs to be carefully crafted. Etch deep lines in the glass – the kind of humiliation that people don’t forget. Frame rules which imprison the genie in the bottle. The underdogs strive hard to contain the pressure, express their anger … Continue reading Explosion
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