Susi Bock’s SenHai Saturday
grey clouds drift apart
heavy hearted skies exhale
whats lost … it lingers
whispers of colour
hold soft skies and still seas as
time resets the day
#the blank pages#
Reenas-Xploration-challenge
The winds that blew felt warm and chilled too, from directions known and unknown, changing within mere moments between harsh and gentle – and parts of her felt weakened … a teeny bit softer as a woman … less stable and a little directionless too. Like letting time take charge rather than fighting to control hands that were not hers … and perhaps this is how it was meant to be – to feel whole again, in the right way.
Either way, she knew the story was written and, as for the blank pages – time will tell it.
what life takes – we must
let go – what we let time take
shall remain with us …
#total recall, or: A rengay#
A two-person ‘Rengay’
By Destiny (d) and David (db)
db– most desks hum along
when the AI lags, work stalls-
we freeze in our seats
d– wintered thoughts create the warmth
a snowed memory triumphs
db– the clock hesitates
as though unsure where to land
between then and now
d- we dawned fractured days
walking barefoot on cold floors
and we blamed winter
db- a draft settles in our bones
long after the season turns
d- when the hours crash, we
linger within the pause and
recall how to start…
I am almost certain I gave David a difficult time writing this.
My thoughts and words were all over the place 😵💫- figuratively and literally too 🥴😬 ... but as usual - he encouraged, inspired, and put them together in a way that makes me "read, pause and sigh aaaaw" - 🤭
thank you, David ... 🤍🙏🤗
#when the stars console … or conceal#
Sadje G’s: What do you see
from beyond the edge of darkness … where
the path ends and the sky
runs out … life holds a breath too long … and
time is left so far behind ….and
as the night awakens to a shattering silence …
the stars console a wanderers heart … and
for the briefest of moments … we
let it …
I seriously believed that this time - i had certainly lost my way back here 😱 ... not for the busy-ness of days nor the constraints of time but more for dwelling in a place between nothing and nowhere 🥴
...and as inspiration goes - well, it just goes and goes and goes...😵💫 🤭 - and sometimes, we must let it till the time feels right...right?
I hope this means I'm here for longer 🤞 but i am unsure 🥴 - so for now - let it be just that...this now... 😋🙃
...and a heartfelt thank you to you all 🌷... and to David - for that nudge i never realised i needed until it came ... sincerely appreciated ...🤍🙏
thoughts are chaotic and words a wee bit scratchy and incoherent ... and whilst my muse says it'll
do (🙄) i shoot daggers that are thankfully blunt ... 😋
#gehraaiyaan…#
Davids W3 Prompt
dying dusk
a raging darkness-
fading stars
blur visions-
and the silence , it deepens –
uninterrupted
*Gehraaiyaan – depths
Pronunciation: geh-raa-ee-yaan
as my usual- 😬 apologies for errors in form and format-🙃… and sincerely, for my absence here and over at yours… 🥴🙃… soon 🤞🤍🙏
Nancy’s prompt: Shadorma
This week, let’s write shadorma poems.
The shadorma is a compact Spanish syllabic form built from a six-line stanza with a strict syllable pattern: 3 / 5 / 3 / 3 / 7 / 5 (26 syllables total). It is typically unrhymed, and a poem may consist of a single stanza or a series of stanzas.
For this challenge, the theme is Sensory Details.
Destiny's Designz 