Savageness

holding a face very familiar in my hands I feel apprehensive of what I will encounter behind the known mask rawness of emotion is so scary -I don another mask to counter savageness of the real, untested you and me https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/03/21/what-do-you-see-126-march-21st-2022/

Blood Quill

The poetry form chosen is Blood Quill. Two stanzas of six lines each - Syllables 6-6-9-6-6-9 - Rhyme abcabc defdef a dance of merriment to please parched minds and soul seeking relief from scorched earth and sun -it's only a statement we are alive and whole -connected to share, we all are one strength revels … Continue reading Blood Quill

The Power of 10

I choose to write in both the syllabic poetry forms specified by Laura Bloomsbury in MTB - Numbering Ten THE DECUAIN when you meet awesomeness, acknowledge it I wonder why some people criticize life opens windows to learn, don't miss it if you can master something, why surmise for all I know, it's envy in … Continue reading The Power of 10

Confused

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Transition

Here's a Badger Hexastich for Colleen's theme prompt - Transitions movingfrom here to theregetting tied up in knotsstirring so much inside-life's all aboutjourneys

Grip

it's toughto get a gripwhen things go virtualdimensions of truth changed- since timesI lived https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/21/what-do-you-see-122-february-22-2022/

ACCEPTANCE

it takes time getting used to me accepting unplanned change mirrors don't lie - Truth gives no easy solutions I have to face demons again walk through glass -accept all imperfections to find a way ahead - That's Life https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/02/17/reenas-xploration-challenge-218/

Walls

How many hours more would it be, till the inevitable happened? He stares at the walls surrounding him, and helplessness stares back at him. The engraved scripts appear to shed tears, as words get blurred with the saltiness of truth. He tracks time on international clocks, with a faint hope that he will find a … Continue reading Walls