Political Thought

pull it outsee what lies below-new storiesor new traps?surface tension redefinedin light of my fears maybe it'sa desperate callfor help - butwill it propme up as a hero, ordownplay my story? How I wishthe lone outstretched handheld a noteto revealits true identity, tohelp me know intent? Written for What Do You See hosted by Sadje

TRAPS

Who can send me this blank envelope? Is it a creditor wanting acknowledgement of some sort to ensnare me in a recovery trap? They’ve been on the prowl for some time. But I’ve already lodged a complaint with the cybercrime cell about identity theft. I have not taken the loan they want me to repay. … Continue reading TRAPS

I saw me ~ free verse

I saw me — Sangeetha’s brilliant insights in response to RXC#243

Mindfills

I saw me
through the eyes of someone else
Black and white
When I was all grey
Stapled to one moment
When I had flowed through time
A character in their story
~ not mine

Mindfills for, Reena’s exploration challenge ~ situation ~
Your character finds an old, disposable camera on the ground. They get the photos developed. What they see tells an unsettling story.

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Colleen’s #Poetry Challenge ~ #Specific Form ~ 4-11 ~ #Dreaming

Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 284, 8/9/22, #SpecificForm: 4-11

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Will we meet again
When I’m dreaming
My heart beats loud
Like the ocean
Rushing to shore
Searching for you
Are you dreaming
Waiting for me
Hold the dark nights
I’m on my way
Will we meet again?

©AnitaDawes2022

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Each and every day

Kitty's Verses

daily, sans noise,
web of stories,
effortlessly,
captures moments,
unseen before,
unrelated-
characters join,
under the stars,
weave beauty of
gossamer threads-
daily, sans noise.

Poetry form ( 4-11 by Gwen Plano)Gwen says the 4-11 is a stanza of eleven lines, four syllables each line. The beginning line also repeats as the last line.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Colleen. M. Chesebro for hosting Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #284. The prompt for this week ( 4-11 by Gwen Plano) was suggested by Yvette Calleiro. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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nd 8.11 Airy Wonderland 3p

Jules Pens Some Gems...

Airy Wonderland

Captivating
In all my days
Those puffy clouds
Taking on shapes
Images from those
Storied fables
White rabbit in
A spruced waist vest
Waiting to take
Me through the sky
Captivating

© JP/dh

Prompt link(s) (Since WP has made another change, and not for the better, on how one receives notices in their email, prompt links have now been moved below the blog post.) Moonwashed Musings ‘captivating’, along withTwiglet 291 ‘all my days’ and Tanka Tuesday Specific Form from Gwen Plano…Gwen says the 4-11 is a stanza of eleven lines, four syllables each line. The beginning line also repeats as the last line.

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” – Sylvia Plath

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Sub-conscious of a nation

The subconscious is something lurking just below awareness, in a human being,in a community, andin the collective awareness of a nation. The collective conscious of a nation is comprised of several sets of beliefs, biases and prejudices. That makes it a rather malleable set, constantly shifting and assuming new shapes. It is an active entity … Continue reading Sub-conscious of a nation

No, you aren’t

No, you aren’t .,.by Aishwarya

Kitty's Verses

No, you aren’t hallucinating,

No, you aren’t seeing a ghost,

Blazing fiery flames of intuition sees that you can barely comprehend.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 243 . There were two situational prompts and I wrote to this one,

Your character finds an old, disposable camera on the ground. They get the photos developed. What they see tells an unsettling story.

For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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Sisters

Sisters …. by cognacproject

Cognac Project

Mount Liar

As I neared the top of the mountain, I spotted something shiny.

Stopping to see what was reflecting light back at me, I was surprised to spot an old, disposable camera sitting in a pile of leaves.

photo credit Benjamin Raffetseeder, Unsplash

Since my pack was light, anyway, I wrapped the camera in the plastic bag I had used for my lunch, and tucked it away.

The next day, I had the film developed. Once I got home, I made a cup of tea, and brought it out to my back patio, along with the envelope of pictures.

First, I took a minute to enjoy my tea, and think about what story the pictures on the camera might tell.

“It’s probably just a bunch of pictures of the mountain,” I thought.

Finally, I opened the package, and almost spit out my tea.

There was the mountain, alright– behind…

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