I’d no clue memories we make together will be the cushion to which I return again and again in search of comfort… I’d no clue life will be very different from whatever I dreamt with limited imagination on a very small slate I’d no clue I will have more, yet less spreading oneself out for … More Did we know?
Originally posted on Artie & Stu:
By the pond’s edgean acorn fallsrippling my reflectionbut we are meetingfor the first timeI say aloudwho was that strangerI say to nobodymy reflection returnswith something morethan I had beforean awareness of impermanenceawe of greater forcein a little acornthat can make medisappear and appear again. For Reena’s Xploration!!!
An Alliterisen Silver stars sparkling up above pensive poet Trees trembling as brisk breeze blows through gnarly bifurcations Fingers feeling for lightless letters on keys Elbows resting upon stiff, supportive table top Tongue tasting tangy, satisfying sounds Words wandering after meandering meanings Squinting through thick leaves, sees self sitting ‘pon a star The Alliterisen The […] … More Wandering words, or: Meandering meanings — The skeptic’s kaddish
Originally posted on Literature World:
Shruti got married and came home with her husband. Her husband’s parents kept their honeymoon in a famous 5 star hotel instead of at home. Shruti’s friends teased her and let her go.”Tell us tomorrow, who among you won,” her friend said jokingly. Somehow Shruti was embarrassed. Their honeymoon room…
Why don’t you bury those ramshackle dreams?You’ve come a long, long way from thereBurn all bridges, just charge ahead full steamIt doesn’t matter if you know not where You’ve come a long, long way from thereDon’t let those chains shackle your nimble feetIt doesn’t matter if you know not whereKeep walking, till you find a … More Find a new dream somewhere
Originally posted on tales told different:
I was supposed to post part 2 tomorrow but I may travel deep into the countryside, where network might be non-existent. So just in case, here’s part 2. Read the first part here- PART 1 Roses for romance!Evelyn hated roses, but Mills loved them, prickly thorns and all.Daisies for…
irresistible fragrance but thorns make my fingers bleed and then… that bomb hidden inside Who’d expected this? It’s a bouquet called Life
Originally posted on Playing with words:
so you come knockingat this old broken down doorI don’t live here now In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #199
Originally posted on I Write Her:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfvZsMYBqFw Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Bouquet & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #199 With a simple, hand-picked?bouquet?of fragrant flowers, he walked confidently towards her.?“This may only seem like a small gesture on my part. But may it reflect my deepest affection for you and allow me to express more…
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/09/16/reenas-xploration-challenge-199/ “You came back.” “But we are meeting for the first time.” Georgie looked closer at him. Yes, there it was, the tiny scar above his top lip. Almost imperceivable. But she knew it well. He was older – yes, but she was older too. No longer beautiful, at least not in the way that…
