I log out of appshide the TV remotewhile someone, somewheresings an elegy to logic or fair playgroundsto get clicks or clapsto generate outrage I sacrifice my sentienceTo preserve senselet the music go onlet the insane dance Quadrille #259
You never let me complete a sentenceyou negate my presenceby superimposing your viewson my voiceand making only thoseheard in company zillion invisible screensseparate our identitiesyou don’t realisethat smallness is see-throughinsights dissolve opacitystrengthen independent opinions Quadrille Monday
Aerial banyan rootsgive in to gravityfind pockets in the earthplant their thickening shapeslike sorrow calcifiedinto destiny Ruins of Istanbuldo not let memories fadecitizens embrace it as identityHuzun – a collective melancholyto consecrate yearningfor past glory Quadrille Monday at dVerse P.S. Hüzün” is a Turkish noun meaning sadness, melancholy, sorrow, or deep emotional gloom, originating from … Continue reading Huzun
It does not excite me any more-getting drenched in the rainsailing paper boatsrescuing a puppydespite soiled clothes I’m not blessed any moreclouds warnthunder threatensthe sky hums different tunesI cannot touch my childhoodexcept in old albums Quadrille #256
thoughtsmove from neural pathwaysto grey matter-influence values-become philosophy xenoliths launch a revolutiongo unnoticedreborn to-unite with the worldat the synapse of meaning-fall apartat the crux of cognition-the cortex of the issuea defined purpose Quadrille #255
We protest against perceived injusticeWe protest against ourselvesfor not protesting earlier,letting it alltake over your lifeperceived failuresgnaw at your core …then one daywe stop protestingand reclaim ourselvesbeyond this pointwe are the only onesaccountable Quadrille #354
Readthe right stuffupdate your thoughts write the wrongsexpel from your bloodwhere do you think“expletives” come from? jump so highyou can’t stop yourselffrom falling or flyingchoose the landingcatch grounding instinctsfloating mid-airbereft of meaning Lead! Quadrille Monday
I will meet life at a pointwhere I finally embracemyselflike a new acquaintancesans preconceived notionswithout a carefor public opinionor a legacy-yet the footprintswill speak louderthan those squeaky shoesI discarded in a previous version Quadrille Monday at dVerse
peacecarriesmuch turmoilbeneath benches-stories left behindthose who shed unseen skinsto carve new identitiesor leave the world on a voyageto unseen spaces - they shared somethingwith the trees and grass here -soul impressions What Do You See #351
stories written on mountain topsconcealed identities on rocksI meet sunsets, while the night waitsan evening like never before shoes squeak with collected secretsinking the sky with dark velvetI'll meet the light with new insightsa morning like never before W3 Prompt by Nancy Richy
