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
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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
a turn of phraseintended to be a hintevolved into a story -the blackening Sunmisguides the world-a pink unicornwalks the night sky-sculptors, writersand painterscollaborateto depicta post-apocalyptic world Baba Vanga confesses-she understatedwhat she saw Baba Vanga Quadrille #216 Photo Challenge #552
let magnanimityof the universehit with a bang oceans be served in bowlssunlight in wick-lampsmountains in my backyardprotect against pain let angels dropfrom Heavenin my prayers to makehospitalsredundantwealth abundant let Peaceoverrulepolitics and war Quadrille #214
walls protectwalls dividewho am I to decideor questionmorality of the act intent decidesintent divideswhat unites or separates peopleinto a homogenous massor warring groups critics deridecritics divideopinions unverifiablewhat or who survivesis the winner Photo Challenge Quadrille at dVerse
I give in to your whims;break a promise to me.For being just myself… I walk bowed downwith the burdenof a contaminated identityit cracks up any momentthe world thinksI’m fakeinconsistent. They’re rightthe only truthIs authenticity Quadrille at dVerse