I was told water finds its level, but no one warned me that the subconscious does not. It fills up uneven places—behind the eyes, beneath the lungs, blocking oxygen, struggling to find its space in speech, in the silence between words. It disregards all the logic I was raised on — logic that connects me … Continue reading Spaces
“Arches in architecture always fascinate me – under a bridge, on doorways or elsewhere. At another level, the arc tempts me to complete the circle and let people jump in”. “Passing through an arch brings good luck”, chimes in my mother as the temple bells ring. “Then why do you pray for good luck after … Continue reading Arches
A glittering inviteto Baes and Boosfor a nightof fun and boozeflummoxed me for a whiletill I called my Beau to escort methe old-fashioned wayand he obliged with a smile"Of course, dear, you comeBefore Anyone Else" Quadrille #233
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wistfulnessrules, young hearts promiseto find theirway back homefragile time stretches a handdemands remembrance What Do You See #309 This song has been the inspiration https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iihDX0bN0qY
Consciousness, a flickering tideneither waking nor asleep,flowing in the hush betweenwhat was, what is,and what might be. Supine thoughts raise their headbehind a fluttering veilI drift where silence splits the sky Weekend Writing Prompt #436
your voice was sternand expression hardwhen you askedwhat or whom was I mourning I learnt it for the first time -Grief needed social sanctionI was not allowed to feel sorryabout things that fell outsidesocial sanctorums you said, show me a womanwho behaves the way I domy embarrassing existencewas to be kept under wraps I only … Continue reading No approval required
“The Six Sentence Bistro Café is closed for the week” – Nope, it isn’t, but I wish it were. The regulars are all there, waving at me, and the bartender is moving on roller skates with a tray delicately balanced in expert hands. I stare at the white expanse on my screen and feel nothing. … Continue reading Closed for the week?
Welcome back! Thanks for the divine responses last week! A special mention for Nancy's poem. Let's appreciate and applaud. The quiet moment shattered, all at once.A shiver, then a wave, so cold and fast.My heart a drum, my breath a frantic bird.The world grew small, a tight and fearful space. I fought it then, with … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #401
I bow in gratitude to the silent skill of the paddle in cutting through the currents. I admire its strength in going against the stream and taking the boat ahead. paddle fightssteering aspirantsbeyond nightsdark to dawnDestinations stretch to meetdetermination It teaches us how to navigate life when we face resistance. It takes a will to … Continue reading Paddle fights
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