Nocturnal birds dig the night deepto unlock wisdom held by darknessdraw silver lines on purple skiesmake planets weary of earthly voyagersthat smell of human hands, not rootsSunrise might reveal conspiracieswhere East and West show Northof human ambition Quadrille Monday at dVerse Pub
they call me dominatingwhen I don’t let them dominate I am labelled a dissenting notewhen I refuse to be an annexure I take their pitying glancesand throw it behind my shoulderThe forward march begins…when I refuse to acknowledge them Weekend Writing Prompt #418
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
‘Jus saying’…opinions are not innocentloaded with preconceived notionsinherent likes and dislikesthey weave a tangled web of untruthspeople believewhat they want to believeand discard the restherd instincts take overto do the rest-blow up sane minds Quadrille #223
Will she turn back and look?I wonder, standing on the balcony.But she doesn’t…. yet another dayshe hasn’t spoken to me. Her impudence is annoying.Yet I love her more than myselfMy daughter reminds me so muchof my youth Weekend Writing Prompt
congealed stains on sheetsconceal words I bleed all night I struggle to liquefy the mass,reach the same creative statebetween consciousness and blissas an alternative to light Neither can I beat darknessnor wash the sheetslest I lose unwritten poems Quadrille #222
dream merchants sell productsa starved, enchanted audiencegrabs the first morsel of hopeor last shortcut to destinations accountability unfixed-it saves the seller’s skindiversity of goals unwindsuniform application of rules The game goes onunchecked, ungoverned-markets thrive-unfettered growth Quadrille #221
stories etchedon soft surfaces-revised-erased-crevices filled upwith imaginationconnect the dots life stories-entombed-engraved on stoneinterpretedby random people biographerscatch snippets from the airto paint saleable tales souls crave expressionelusive mediumsflirt withvanishing ink Quadrille #220
she flies to unfathomable heightsto experience oceanic depthsas waves crash beneath her she holds the trophy with firm fingerswalks with a confident gaitlet the chains dissolve in thin air She cares two hoots about swirling ropesfrustrates frozen, captive minds Reena's Xploration Challenge Quadrille at dVerse
stories in the starstake light years to reachI contemplatetheir entrenchmentin midnight blue skies It washes indigo stainson my soulto reveal a coreblending with starsas they would look now hope igniteswhere dawn blendswith fading moonlight Quadrille Monday at dVerse
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