Another calendar gets ready to walk down the staircase, slowly and silently to the basement. Will it be surprised to meet others of its own ilk, separated by digits. I guess not, for they’ve always been interlinked - stories, thoughts and ideas are not separated by numbers. The imposed frameworks of dates relegate them to … Continue reading Basements
The mirror tells me time has run amok. This wrinkled and gray-haired person can’t be me. My spirit revolts, but has no words. It plays its game nevertheless. Birth certificates are dated in the future. Mashup for Friday Faithfuls and Weekend Writing Prompt
Time complains as I browse through books of life find pages populated by memories, karma voices and remnants imperceptible imprints disappointment, guilt gnawing away silently at potential Can you make space by deleting files to write the future, give meaning to existence? Time complains… https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/30/quadrille-153-out-of-the-meadows-browse/
August approached in a golden sweltering haze. It does every year, as Leo season begins, and astrologers start writing rosy forecasts. In a few days ….life goes back to normal, with all its struggles, joys, sorrows …. as it was before I turned another leaf in the book of Time. How do we end up … Continue reading Counting steps
Deadlines limit vision, indicating there’s nothing beyond -a new chapter awaits signalling end of tyranny bringing in fresh air Time to breathe free calling… Will you be there? https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/10/08/reenas-exploration-challenge-156/
you did it again divert pouring rain to me water flows under that bridge of yonder unstopped I count raindropsthe clock ticks away time https://dversepoets.com/2019/04/25/poetry-form-lai-and-lai-nouveau/
Reena Saxena 