Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 143- Going home

Going Home …. by Sadje

Keep it alive

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge

It just struck me that we haven’t done an image prompt for long. So, here we go …

PROMPT 143

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As usual, there is no restriction on length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and copy-paste the link here.

~*~

I am here

Far from home

I want to go back but

There are lot of restrictions

The flights are suspended, borders closed

Daily I check for flight schedules to see if I can

Get booking to fly to my home country

But I am disappointed every day

But I am still hopeful

I will get there soon!

~*~

When the pandemic broke, a lot of people who were out of the country for work, business, or vacation were stuck in foreign countries. This poem is a reflection of their…

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge 143 — cool grey slate

Cool, grey slate ….. by Jade Li/Lisa

Tao Talk

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Surveying cool grey slate,
Shapes form, then colors
Rainbowed characters drawn
Shade shift, flavors pique
Sensory extravaganza

But only in our minds
What is is a unidimensional
Flat map of what could be
How do we inflate the dream
Into three dimensions?

Winds, planets, satellites
Water pools, veins, capillaries
Mountains, valleys, caves
The greenleafs and furred
The scaled and naked ones

Three dimensions lush, full
But still an empty caricature
Without holy, magic things
Meandering in, between spaces
Hearts, souls, cosmic synapses

Reena Saxena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge.  Reena says:
[paraphrasing] The image is the prompt this week.

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The Borders Are Closed

The borders are closed …. by Susi Bocks

I Write Her

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #143

Trump
screwed us
royally.
The world hates him
and now we cannot travel anymore.

Forbes.com

Why the EU Won’t Let Americans In This Summer– Dave Keating

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge 143

A warm welcome to all of you to this week's Exploration Challenge! It just struck me that we haven't done an image prompt for long. So, here we go ... PROMPT 143 As usual, there is no restriction on length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and copy-paste the link …

Flights

my flights to azure skies and back, as the grass grows beneath feet in polio boots Love Life!            

Red Velvet

“The newborn baby will be dressed up in tradition”, Armaan said as he held up his father’s shirt to the tailor. “I want at least two pairs to be made from this fabric. The rest can be fancy stuff as per latest trends.” The expression in the expectant mother’s eyes was changing, as she recalled …

Unacceptable

“You will not survive in the world, without this golden veil.” “What makes you think my starkness is not acceptable?” “A woman needs a certain level of grace and decorum. You do not fit in the norms.” “I still choose to be myself.” “If that is your last word, then there is no place for …

Show or tell?

  “The new entrant is of a different color, Letz welcome her for the diversity she brings…” “Thank you, duckies ….. stay still and absorb the spirit I infuse into the water. It will show you what the world outside looks like.” “Don’t show us dreams which cannot be fulfilled. Can you take us out …

Light

Light …. by Aishwarya

Kitty's Verses

Fireflies, in clusters,

Enough,

To be the light in darkness,

Collectively enlighten.

The Sun,

Doesn’t,

Hold back his radiance,

Awakens attributes aplenty, unsolicited.

Light radiates in abundance,

Bottling it, shrouding in darkness, only to be obscure,

Let inhibitions be bygones,

Uncork the spark to shine on forever.

47 words.

Thoughts behind the poem :- Uncork the light to radiate around. Don’t hold back.

Acknowledgements :- In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 142. Thank you for running the challenge, Ma’am. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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End of an era

We open the house after a couple of years.  Spider-webs, furniture covered with old sheets and a skeletal kitchen greet us. My thoughts go back to the days, when the house reverberated with sounds - cackling laughter of children, my mother-in-law’s tyrannical instructions to all for doing things in a certain way and the cribbing …