You join dots that glint like the tips of a tantrum
to form alphabets that are onesies dangling
from pink plastic clips of lisped words
fluttering into sentences like shape shifting wind
settling into a sepia memory like winged butterflies
on a flower.
Can we spend some more time, here, together?
~ In response to the Peter's Prompt at dVerse
watch the mind for five seconds,
watch it watching itself
like an alert sentinel
realisation pierces through
the parallax of demands like a diamond cutter
shredding shearing
the flab flak
of the unwanted the unneeded
convoluted ingrained patterns of
thinking thoughts
the residue of purity unadulterated consciousness
decants into a moment of
meaning that spotlights existence
and everything becomes clear
sharp like the crackle of fire
~Written in response to the Brendan's Earthweal Weekly Challenge : Deep Time
"Call me to lie down in fragrance" ~ D Margoshes ~ Season of Lilac
Sunny afternoons
when I sat in your warmth
tracing the picture of a red apple
its nascent curves, remnants
of baked memories
Fresh earth washed by raindrops
Each the size of a teaspoon
Full of your wise words
That I missed in my hurry to find a place
Under a grey sky raining needles
Green possibilities
When I can cup the glow of fireflies
And listen to the ditties of the cuckoo
Taste the tartness of the grapefruit you once peeled
And walk, with you, along the colours of the rainbow-bridge
~ Written in response to the dVerse Prompt: Poetics: Beginning at the End by Laura Bloomsbury
The glitter of gold is questioned
Groupthink has had its say
One invisible living atom quietens
The uproar of invincible economies
Honesty is looked upon as a hydra-headed handicap
And values morph into gibberish fit for the sidelines
Although nothing is a surprise anymore
Nothing is a mystery
Hope remains
That kindness will prevail
That gentleness will proceed to work out a way
That rules will be followed and roles will be respected
While acknowledging the transience of
Perishable life in a scarfed paradise
~Written in response to the prompt Writers' Pantry #54: New Dawn at Poets and Storytellers United
A piece of short fiction that I submitted to Visual Verse is up at https://visualverse.org/submissions/the-ship/
Thanks for reading!
The captain knelt in front of the altar and raised his palms in surrender, for after two hundred fifty days of voyage, exhausting their store of canned food and no respite in sight, sea sickness consumed him and his men like conflagrating wild fire.
‘Sire, land ahoy!,’ cried the men, banging their fists against
the teak door of his room.
The captain opened his eyes to see the top of a light house glowing
incandescent against the dark sky, its light as soothing as liquid moonshine.
~Written in response to Sonya's Three Line Tales Prompt at https://only100words.xyz/2021/01/21/three-line-tales-260/ - Three Line Tales 260
