luminosity of early morning dew drops reflecting the sun makes me feel lost in shadows but I let them have the stage freshness is steeped in wisdom of dark nights https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/04/30/weekend-writing-prompt-257-luminous/
showers from the sky bring ephemeral petals twice in a blue moon in a whiter shade of pale absolutely fabulous https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/19/poetics-naming-the-rose/
I curse my creator everyday. He is glorified for inventing an app for reading the mind, and telling users if they are on the right track vis-a-vis their life goals. I’m sure they benefit as my workload increases every hour. But … shall I confess? I break down a little every hour. The burden of … Continue reading If I were an app
Putting the alphabets together in several different combinations, do not lend the right words to become building blocks of stories. She realizes that repetition of some alphabets is necessary to make sense. One needs to allow them to collaborate, to become meaningful enough to express your thoughts. Did we invent language, or only the alphabet? … Continue reading Musings
will you measure strength and then teach wrong techniques - with inaccurate tools? -survival is compromise if I can prosper and lead https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/03/07/what-do-you-see-124-march-7th-2022/ https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-survival-march-8-2022/
Eugenia's prompt today is Lovers... a soft, furry touch a bow-wow to warm the heart a paw in my hand -dog lovers knows where to go when the kindest spirits call
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
overlooking worlds in a quest to reach the sky -balancing my feet deriving strength from hard rocks before I take off to fly https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/17/what-do-you-see-117-january-17-2022/
I stand at the edge to be amalgamated, create the rainbow I'm red, watch me reflected in passion, danger and life https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/01/04/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-255-tastetherainbow/
A child will not learn to walk if mobility is not a promise of freedom. I would never work for money, if it did not promise a lifestyle. Calendars are created with an expiry date, to give way to the next. A digit changes to promise continuity of the past, while announcing a new venture. … Continue reading A DIGIT CHANGES
