churned thoughtsbecome a poemI select a few wordsor spaces in betweento become a dream freedom of spacesinterlocked withwistfulnesswhat could have been-a forgotten dream My subconsciouswill spin yarns tonightto weave incredulityunseen, unheard scenes-I dare to dream Poetics: Dreaming up a Poem
a pausebrain fog declaresonset of life's autumnI stretch, flailing arms to embracesunset Photo Challenge #527 Tanka Tuesday
I buy a handmade candle whose soft glow defrays the darkness in my house, struck by power failure. It helps the young widow pay electricity bills to keep her baby comfortable. Weekend Writing Prompt #375
celebrating existencefrom a baby showerto birthdaysand all those designated ‘Days’for various roles in lifeI wonder if the world is truly blessedto have meor is it the other way round I examine the bonds closelyand their frailty surprises mewhat holds me to lifeis an illusionof multidirectional growthof contributionof relevancewhereasI’ve been on a linear pathfrom the beginningto … Continue reading Sublime
Welcome back! SPECIAL MENTION The special mention in this week is for Lady Lee Manila's post. Since it is a long post, I reproduce the best stanza here to whet your appetite. “Normality is a paved roadIt’s comfortable to walkBut no flowers grow on it”There’s truth in Van Gogh’s quoteWhat is “normal” in the first … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #341
Life finds its reposewhere shadows play,A well of serene momentsconspiratorially hidden away.Its secretive waters change coloursships riding the waves sway Belief, like a fearless adventurer,ascends a spiral stair to the skies,taking the heart where the mind fearsFaith unfurls its wings and dares to rise.Atop the tower, whispers weave a spell,A fabric of hope, where stars … Continue reading The Well of Existence
egg whites drip through a strainerswirl endlessly in boiling brothassume indefinable shapesEgg-drop soup is overjoyedin the company of orange chickento go down together – in alimentary depth W3 Prompt Six Sentence Stories
eyes feastmouth drools more thanstomachs rumble - buildinganticipation for a meal-good food W3 Prompt #118
Grief isinability to accept change Pain issuppressed protest the world is in a state of transitthere are no ends and beginnings what I grieve mostthe end of a dream what I resent mostusurpation of future Whatever comes again has changed.cycles are rationalisations I assume continuitythat is where I fail I want to control the future.Forecasts … Continue reading Grief is ….
In the quiet of dawn, we stand between incomplete chapters, ink still wet. The afterlife whispers, veiled, a mystery we’ve yet to grasp. Hearsay and imagination intertwine, Threads of curiosity spin, but the future in this life—Ah, that remains a blank page. Yet, undeterred, we write. Words etched upon the present, A story unfolding, inked … Continue reading Blank Pages
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