stories written on mountain topsconcealed identities on rocksI meet sunsets, while the night waitsan evening like never before shoes squeak with collected secretsinking the sky with dark velvetI'll meet the light with new insightsa morning like never before W3 Prompt by Nancy Richy
What it is that music is trying to say?invading every porepenetrating thoughtdirecting movementswaying the will My inhibitions never let me danceWhat is this itch in the feet?slithering through airabove the floorthat lets me standwith an identity the floor dissolvesbut I don’t sinkI rise above myselfNow I knowwhat it is that music is trying to say … Continue reading Rising above myself
Request participation in W3 Prompt #213, where I have set up a challenge as Poet of the Week https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/05/27/w3-prompt-213-weave-written-weekly/?page_id=59923
Bang!Shut!the past shriekswith painof being cut out-I breathe free W3 Prompt #212
metal twisted into shapesframed in concrete structurescovered with woven fabricsor glass in varying degreesof transparency It questions its purposeto filter and fragment views-yet let fresh air into bathe stagnant dust all the while being stuckdeprived of willpoweror locomotive abilityit invites the sun and rainto wash, to burnto ask for pathwaysinto inside worlds W3 Prompt #211
My train of thought moves at jet speednot on parallel tracksbut all over the space words break out of neural pathwaysto seek relevance in the world.They lull me into a somnambulist statebefore I incarcerate them on a page. I wake up to find they havedisappeared into the sky-my page is blankDid a star employ themto … Continue reading Unparalleled
An impeccable profile-analytical at the core-liberal just enough to include others’ quotesto support your views… A closer look revealsfeet sunk in the depths of a wellwhere the frogs know no other language but their own They croak, they malign, they vilify, they demonisean outside voiceThey never know what the world is made of other than … Continue reading Frogs
undressingnever felt so goodpeeling off diaphanous garments-of imposed ideas-of attributed traitsthe scrap lying at her feetshards of broken mirrorsthat reflects a strangernot her face. floatingabove the groundShe feels the lightness-of authenticity-of a free mindunhinged from the gravity of expectationsShe flaps her wingsaligns herself with the skytakes off with the wind W3 Prompt #206
it feltlike disrespect - yourderogatory expressionI flinched, butsaw no reason to give in togaslighting attempts; I walkedaway W3 Prompt #204
It was a self-discovery coaching session, whensomeone said he was a pathand I was adamantthat I am a lighthouse. A decade laterdarkness holds me captiveand I wonder what I was thinking then… a sliver of color emerges from within-an arrow born of tearsand claims it can help peoplenot to flee the nightbut to walk through … Continue reading Not to escape the dark, but shine through it
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