Why do memoriesflood terminal, ageing mindsAs if there's nowhere to go? a rain-soaked pictureblurred views with fading eyesightrelevance in reverse gear a sharpened focusto make sense of life gone byDid they enact the right scenes? reminiscencesrepainting past decisionsfor rationalisation Why do stories changeand we call it dementia?Sunsets fleet on horizons. a director's dollposing as the … Continue reading Autumn resplendence departs
unite with the glowsmallness is no barrierreciprocal warmth Photo Challenge at MLMM Tanka Tuesday
landing with a thumpshocks, it does not hurt as muchon familiar groundwhat breaks my back painlesslyare beliefs that fall with me Tanka Tuesday
Those suppressed sounds, reverberate on snooze, buttons pressed to let them sleep dreams clutched tight stalk, awake-ephemeral, moments of moldable clay capacity, drives borrowed consciousness, alarms ring in twilight zonesthe day I know, why I stepped out of bed, darkened suns will fly aglow a song will play, parting silent lips now, bells will welcome a … Continue reading Missed Alarms
goal-drivenbusy, focused mindsblessings gounnoticed,unticked on target pages-unauthored stories Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge -Silver Linings
eternalbattles between goodand so-calledgood; labelledby you know who - claimants ofpower, God's kingdom Tanka Tuesday
why blame errant wavesfor washing away castlesbuilt on shifting dunesI watch dreams sailing awaywith my imagination Tanka Tuesday
disorientation-mild term to describewaking up in a different world, steppingon different groundaligning to rare light A child of darkness knowsthe depth of nightsThis transparent sheath reveals my only soulThere's no face or maskto show identity Countless dimensions showmeasurements on fireI'm trapped in a closed space called infinity.yearn for freedom inascertainable worlds Chosen form - Double … Continue reading Transition to Infinity
All attachments live in the same place – codependence. They are beautiful while they last, but deep down, I sense a struggle to find meaning in being alone and independent. Sunflowers often ask the night why do they have to close their petals and turn west at dusk. And the night has no answers, since … Continue reading Sunflowers at Night
a pausebrain fog declaresonset of life's autumnI stretch, flailing arms to embracesunset Photo Challenge #527 Tanka Tuesday
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