“Dad was out of business in 2021. His customers did not turn up to collect the painted signboards”. “I wonder how many of them survived the Second Wave”, said Gavin with a sigh. “I’m looking for the order book … just in case a customer turns up or his survivor.” “Survivor?” “Yeah … just like … Continue reading Taking charge
damp pagestouched by rain-soaked handstell a different storywhile the flame flickerssurprised by reflectionsunsureif it survived the stormand lived to tell a tale the key witness may failbut the altered scripttells mesomeone was hereto extinguish the flameuncomfortablewith the light, it shedson revealing paragraphs What Do You See #252
Welcome back to another week of August! I must start with a heartfelt appreciation for all the contributors to the last prompt. Each piece was moving in its own way. The one that I found creative and all-encompassing is a series of micro-poems by Debbie Pierce. Agony in the backgroundcrumbling in my soulworld in chaosas … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #343
Why father a nation when the future’s unclear,shadows of doubt and uncertainty near?Why dream of tomorrow when citizens riseto build their futures, to reach for the skies? I stood with a vision, a beacon of light,yet it faltered in shaping an ideology right.Dreams I harboured, the hopes I bore,scattered like leaves on a lonely shore. … Continue reading A Fallen Idol
Welcome back! We are back with a picture prompt this week. PROMPT #342 Let the pathos in the image take over your keypad. The format of the piece is not restricted, and there is no last date either unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. We will not include any post that … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #342
“We used to have a life - chatting face-to-face, watching expressions before responding and displaying etiquette in easy, understandable ways,” Uncle Arthur is going nostalgic again. “I’m younger than you are, Arthur,” interjected Aunt Esther, “ and I remember the sounds when you disconnected the phone in anger or disgust and even the wooden pen … Continue reading Nostalgia
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
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
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 ….
