When did I become A searchfrom a pathway Who labeled a fading scar aspersistent ache Why did I agree to move mountainsand build a graveyard What blinded me enough to lose visionin search of light How did I change a metaphorto autobiography Written for Sunday Confessionals
Welcome back! PROMPT #247 The prompt for today is Writing in One Sentence Any thought that passes through you is good enough, as long as you can express it in one sentence. The sentence can be two words or as long as you can stretch it. It's perfectly okay if it looks like a paragraph … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #247
Welcome back! PROMPT #246 There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is found to be offensive, vulgar or something that hurts common sensibilities will not be included. This needs to be a … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #246
Life is such a limiting term, if I think of it as related to the body. In how many forms does energy live on the earth, without a body? Folklore is built by intrigued minds around the unusual experience of a few. Fear is felt by minds that cannot accept the unfamiliar, and their stories … Continue reading Kikimora and Domovoy
“This is the kind of chase that both enthralls and perplexes me… the criminal is one of a kind who leaves no easy trail”, the lady police officer affectionately called Madam Sir, plonks herself in her chair. “You are in the hot seat, Madam Sir…. the Chief Minister has announced a prize of 5 million … Continue reading Amoeba
Welcome back to another episode of RXC! RXC #244 is special to me, for the kind of response it brought in. I feel like a voyeur in a room with a mirror, or window view, where talented writers came in and poured their deepest thoughts. I may not come across such intensity and honesty again, … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #245
I spent a day in a hospital learning that walking without crutches is an ambition. My cook wants her daughters to be educated well. What’s great about that? Every mother would like it that way. It’s also her ambition to have a sturdy roof to withstand the storms, and a strong door latch to keep … Continue reading Motion
it’s not muscular as visionnor transforming as touchit reverberates in the worldlike sound, dispersing much its omnipresence hits me hardon my sneezing morning boutwhat irritates nasal chamberswhat has so much of clout it kick starts a good morningas the aha aroma of coffeepermeates my lazy sensesbanishes sleep powerfully my dog wakes up from slumberas the … Continue reading Intangible
expectations fleepainted eggshells replace hopeI don't know how, whendreams fly out to leave behindfutures not woven by me Written for What Do You See by Sadje
Today, I found myself thinking again…how much of me is built by what I rejectlike Michelangelo chipping off everythingthat’s not David, but it goes uncheckedit’s the artist’s vision, and how he singsWhat he chooses and what he flings By medical records, do not assess meheredity neither defines nor confines meI’m not what I was some … Continue reading Defined by what I reject
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