The door of the trash chute shut with a shriek, but she could hear the thud of the previous year’s calendar made of thick, glossy paper falling on the ground. It was a year she preferred to erase from memory, but was sure that echoes from the past would disturb the fresh musical notes she … Continue reading Tides of joy, or ….
The whistle pierced the silence as the train slid into the deserted platform. No lamps glowed, no voices stirred—only shadows stretched across cracked tiles. From the carriages stepped passengers cloaked in mist, their eyes shimmering like distant stars. They were not of flesh but of memory, spirits of forgotten stories, inviting curiosity about their unseen … Continue reading Forgotten Stories
The map in my hand glows with certainty, its arrow unwavering; yet every path I choose threatens to disembark me. I walk anyway, trusting momentum over intuition. The wind translates my intentions into a poem, but scatters my signals like static. Still, something in the distance keeps calling—soft, patient, as if it knew I would … Continue reading Disembarked
Someone pushed me from the deck,and the world tiltedair fled my lungs,the bridge behind me crumbled into dust,and the ship sailed onas if I had never stood upon it. In the hush beneath the surface,a force gathered itself from currents,slowly taking form.On the far bank, it rose a silhouette I knew before I sawIt is … Continue reading Back and Forth
witnessa slice of soulcraving for a dark shroudto bury an unfulfilled wishit failsto see inadequacy oftattered human fabricstark nakednessmocks grace Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #43 - Ekphrastic
Conscience lies buried beneath last winter’s choiceshibernating for lack of choice or assumed helplessnessmurmuring through frost as if remembering a path once taken.I follow its faint warmthawaiting a call whena moment of thaw becomes truthand truth becomes direction. Quadrille #238
Granny loved experimenting with emojis, and her incorrect usage was often a subject of humour in the family. She learnt FaceTime long before Zoom arrived, to stay in touch with her grandchildren who lived abroad. Then, one day, the emoji pack she had downloaded disappeared from her phone. Maybe one of her grandkids decided to … Continue reading Gold
slow motion concealsimperceptiblechanges with each moveshifting narrativesstorytelling reigns I pick a pebbleand it slips like sandbetween my fingersfalling in a heapon receptive ears shapeshifters galoretruth lost in transitperceptions transformtales in historyall's well everywhere MTB: Picture this in Six
If a messenger takes eons to reach the Earth, what happens to the message? Does it lose meaning, or does it mutate during the journey to stay relevant? The recipients know nothing of the source or the purpose of the message. They respond in a manner they think is right for their circumstances. Then, where … Continue reading Messengers of the Universe
Welcome to the last RXC prompt of 2025! I will be on a break till the first week of January, 2026! Enjoy the holidays! PROMPT #411 Here is a sentence for you to ponder. You are winding up a number (2025) in the flow of life. "It was not my idea, but it happened." You … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #411
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