harsh wordsignored, forgottenpresumably forgiven-I lick woundsand move on -a voice-a gesture-a wordpierces againpop comes upforgotten pain relationshipsnot easy to repairgloss over differenceseulogize wabi sabipromote kintsugi artyet…cracks are always there Pop Goes the Quadrille
holding warm sunraysby their long, slender fingerswe spend wistful dayspining for Moon together-luxury of idleness we try to catch cloudsby their speeding, woolly tailseach of us possessunique strengths; we co-existon land, water - long for sky Tanka Tuesday - Ekphrastic Quadrille at dVerse
moving up and downI'm a restless clownI dream of riding on wavessee transformationseeks confirmationnot happy with just hands raisedwaves are recedinghollowness leavingmy conscious mind as I chasetwelve-o'clock conquestdecisions to reston a fraudulent database The chosen form is Alouette 12 lines a mention of twelve-o'clock 44 words written for Quadrille at dVerse Wishing all of you … Continue reading Mind of a fraudster
I regurgigatefragments of lifeforgotten – oracerbic onesgiving me ulcers I choose with carereframe – inside and outsidepresent shareable aspectshitherto unknownor known but misunderstood I understand so much moreshadows, demonsblocking lightwhich facilitatesboth death and life Quadrille at dVerse
quadrilling my way through forty-four mirrors I saw angles, shapes I’d missed before I hauled others in the hallway, to show the difference between reality and perception How it altered the world around us as narratives changed… and we faced each other as strangers…. Quadrille at dVerse
thick boundary linesneatly drawn withlabels in legible fontsnavigating through life,work and leisureall such a pleasure and then I stumbleon bleeding linesscreaming for attentionthe most difficult to readdecipher and walk throughis the map of emotions Quadrille at dVerse
candles of protestflicker, melt downevil cloudsoverpower light Sun’s seventh horselean and mean, agiletakes the reins from guilecuts across the sky-a bolt of thunderredefines day and night -revolution of sortsin the skymoves to parched earth Quadrille at dVerse
you and Ican’t see eye to eye what you focus on expandsproportions allocatedto a life purpose, callsor mundane errands opinions zoom out of focusor converge in tiny wholesit’s too small for meyou make mountains out of moles Quadrille at dVerse
despair to miraclesinsanity to sanityambiguity to claritysorrow to equanimity a shift in perspectivethat happens in a momentor takes a lifetimeit’s all about receptivity some take their viewas gospel truthothers look for opportunityto explore new avenues Quadrille at dVerse
a stab in the backnot always treacherous-someone’s assertion of independenceinability to hit you on the faceyou never made them feel free to do so a difference of opiniona parting of ways-the last gasp for breathbefore relationships die Quadrille at dVerse
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