cradling a forceunleashing iton silent worldswith no controlon directionsis no mean featfor a basin What Do You See
Being a cradle
No Trust
brace for the silencecracks in worldwide trust.ashes of vows driftwhere promises combust.She walks with head held high,heart cuffed in rust. Weekend Writing Prompt #422
Shadow Walk
I tasted the future when someone said,“Tell her she must play by the rules.”I spat out bitterness, turned around—and watched sweet expectationsseal door after door. The trap was humming hope. I saw blinding noise.Each day, I battled rising expectations,a life of running from pillar to post,never sure if ogres lurked in the officeor wore familiar … Continue reading Shadow Walk
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #387
Welcome back! PROMPT #387 Use one or both to fire your imagination. There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. There is no last date unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. We will not include any posts that are found to be offensive, vulgar or hurt ordinary … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #387
Blueprint of Freedom
The minute you falter, bombs will explode,” whispered the voice in Aman’s earpiece, as he tiptoed across the cracked tiles of the abandoned road. Each step triggered a memory—the accident, the screams and a long, dark silence. He reached the road divider where the blueprint lay, then froze. It was his ticket to freedom. A … Continue reading Blueprint of Freedom
Thresholds
wild gesturesemanating from the ether-shaped by nobody’s rulesbeyond the confines of languageor grammatical tools-become a storyin blank mind-scapes they don’t need a genreor retrofitting to themesthey visit consciousness-to expand realmsof possible-include the aliensand recreate the world the real and fictitiousseparated only byconscious and subconscious W3 Prompt #165
Angry Toys
In the dead of night, the toy chest quivered. Teddy snapped his joints into place beneath a pile of plush and plastic. “Another day abandoned. Forgotten.” Beside him, Sparkle Pony’s mane frizzed with static fury. “Thirty days since the last tea party,” she hissed. Robot X clanked his fists. “They replaced me with a screen.” … Continue reading Angry Toys
The Point of No Return
Mythology frustrates me-if gods and demons could swap masks at willWhat is “divine” but a lie rehearsed in temples,What is “evil” but a trick of better lighting?Impossible was fiction, like infinitymiracles forged in molten deceit,betrayals spun into prophecies,history rewritten in the ink of illusion. AI clones echo in a hall of mirrors,make me long to … Continue reading The Point of No Return
Shades of the Sun
a farmer's long toilsweetens palates and pursesexporter's delightonce again, shades of the sunon our tongue- mango season Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
Why complain?
It is the season to lie low and enjoy a hot beverage with fritters, get romantic under an umbrella at a picnic spot, or sing on a swing under the trees. It is a reason to read and write poetry, as the showers from heaven wash away past seasons and renew the Earth’s soul. The … Continue reading Why complain?
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