Reena’s Xploration Challenge #258

Welcome back! PROMPT #258 It's so tough to remain positive at times. A word that is constantly gnawing my insides, staring back at me from every wall I encounter is CESSPOOL I choose this as the prompt word for this week. Your piece need not be pessimistic or negative. You can show how someone manages … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #258

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Frozen Sea inside Me

Denise gives me a ponderable quote. “A book should be an ax to chop open the frozen sea inside us” I go ahead and  choose a book that seems relevant. I’m engulfed by dizziness, just when I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, landing in a whirlpool. My feet are shackled by guilt, as I … Continue reading Frozen Sea inside Me

Growing apart

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Faith

“It’s an electric pole, not a cross.” “Oh, my Gosh! I see hope and then it vanishes…”  Diana is the eternal pessimist, believing in doomsday predictions and her companions are at the verge of exasperation. They decide to ignore her and get busy clicking pictures of the majestic peak in front of them.  Locals believe … Continue reading Faith

Mirage

The image that stares back at her is not too flattering. Maybe the camera on her device is harsh. Sadly, only Zoom offers filters. She wonders what people see when they look at her - the image she sees in the mirror or the one that appears on screen. The mirror is kinder. They’ve been … Continue reading Mirage

Lull

I can hear dry leaves rustling outside, but overall it has been a rather quiet season. Astrologers convince people to suffer silently, as Mars and Jupiter are in retrograde motion. There’s hope at the end of the tunnel as they say, but spring is still a season away. News channels are abuzz with political conflict … Continue reading Lull

The Widow

The chosen form is Anaduo Any number of sestetsSyllalbic 11/11/8/11/11/8Meter: All lines are acephalous anapesticRhyme Scheme:  aabccb widows mourn in black; or so the whole world knowsin the folds of darkness is her future thrownher indifference peeves the world strong-headed, uncaring she's made out to bein her moment of grief, un-bended stands sheher gray scarf makes a … Continue reading The Widow