Welcome back! Thanks for the humongous response last week, with each entry vying to be the best! My deepest gratitude to all contributors... A special mention this week is for Dan and Violet. PROMPT #398 I start the Challenge Week to inspire writers with two quotes. If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #398
Death parted the two topmost talents in the music industry, not divorce. She raised a hue and cry when she was barred from accessing his bank lockers and other assets by his children from a previous marriage. She was drunk and particularly vocal that evening, “My voice complemented his music well, but I wish we … Continue reading Un-musical
dancing feet and jingling bellslet the naysayers go to hellMy music is the song of windsmagic that will never rescind tapping feet and empty chairsmy voice echoes in halls of despairwings clipped to stall my flightBlindfolded, I await daylight W3 Prompt #176
She sat in the chair, just staring off into space. She wondered if Neil could see her from his spaceship. Maybe he is out on a spacewalk. “It is not easy”, he had told her, “it takes a lot of practice to experience nothingness.” She rummaged inside to check what her feelings were like. Is … Continue reading Confronting the Real
I was asked to stay out -the attic contained spirits that destroy peacethey were best left locked in thereThe question I failed to ask-Whose peace would it destroy?-But I did my bestto be a guardian of peace “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the … Continue reading Emergence
A knock on the doorWho could it be at this hour?a god not worshippedwalked out of the closed templea forgotten memorybidding a final goodbye Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
The ocean does not ask what vessel you bring. But the cup decides how much you receive. A smaller cup limits your abundance. The cup is not filled by volume, but by your vision. Your vision is the key that can unlock abundance. The ocean enters your life in the shape of your asking. Your … Continue reading Ocean in my cup
calm exteriorsbelie fire within- volcanoesaren't so forgiving RXC #397
“Walls have ears” is a saying she’d often heard. She was back in her grandfather’s crumbling mansion to check if the walls had memory. They had eavesdropped on and absorbed family secrets for decades. The portrait of her exquisitely beautiful great-grandmother fell as she came near it, revealing a hole behind. It was a path … Continue reading When Walls Speak
We celebrate three festivals in India today.I have dedicated one cinquain to each. TEACHER'S DAY Teacherpatient handsplanting minds with lighttruths bloom in silence, shaped by careThank you! ONAM - NEW YEAR IN KERALA the callof traditionmigrants remember rootsflowers, food and decorationsNew Year EID-E-MILAD recallof the Divinewhat did the Prophet saymessage of love and peace appliedtoday … Continue reading Festive Cinquains
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