BrewNSpew Café July 15- 2019

Keep it alive

There is a tempest raging in my head

There are conflicting emotions warring

The critic wants to be let lose to wreck

The power of negativity and find faults

While the optimist wants to see sunshine

And roses everywhere and be pleased

With everything that it finds around it

Who should have an upper hand I ask

Or should both learn to exist in harmony

A balance where I can see the faults and

Correct them, count the blessings and

Exists in a plane of reality not in utopia

The prompt;

Word of the week– tempest (noun) – a violent wind storm. Synonyms – squall, storm, gale, hurricane, tornado, typhoon, cloudburst, monsoon, snowstorm, blizzard, windstorm.

In response to;

BrewNSpew Café July 15-2019

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Craving Time for Battling Cupcakes – Daily Quote

Jo Hawk

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Walking life’s balance beam is a never-ending struggle. To keep your poise on the girder, requires vigilance, checking your footing and making tiny adjustments. The first step is to identify your basic needs. Do you depend on your weekly Mani/Pedi or can you skip it? How much sleep, exercise, and family time do you need? These key components ensure you maintain your stamina. With these keys on your calendar and your task list current, you won’t miss events, double book yourself or have to pull all-nighters to hit your deadlines, which helps to relieve stress. Still, you can’t control everything, and you will run into challenges.

However, a detailed timetable illuminates pressure points. These are areas where you expect failure. Knowing these situations exists allows you to devise backup plans and identify who might help you. Give yourself permission to say no or defer an activity to a later date. Then commit…

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On writing

Savvy Raj

Grateful for this moment
With this day I complete 300 days of writing continously and publishing my works on WordPress.

Gratitude for the creativity from within and thankful for the experiences that allowed me to go into witness mode.
As a writer there is a space for thoughts to collect and flow as and when you feel like it.

This gathering of thoughts is moments of reflections in ruminations
Of life experiences
Of circumstances
Of happenings
Of situations
Of silences
All resounding reverberations in the responses to the resonances.

Writers need to be grateful…
Writers without pressure
Are at ease to allow thoughts
To seed as they germinate
And settle as they arise in time.

A far cry from spoken words
That simply must happen
When the speaking happens
For it its often relentless in the flow
Unchangeable and undoable

My gratitude extends

To writers and my readers alike

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Potter

Megha's World

“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.”

― J.M. Storm

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A ball of sagging clay in your hands

taking shapes

between the ridges of your fingers

getting knead by your

bony knuckles of the long taloned hand

those slender fingers

which only an artist adores

You shape and mold me

and put indentations

gives shapes to my dreams and desires

and cover up the cracks

the unforgiving time has left in me

You pinch and prick and

accentuate the

beauty laying hidden in my soul

for the whole world to  see

in its grandeur

and makes those wavy patterns

those ripples in time

the sweet memories

which stays,

etched in my mind

You baked and caked me in the

hard harrowing oven

to stress those lessons

which…

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A rare grace

Keep it alive

The tactless remark fell into the cacophony

Causing a hushed silence which was deafening

She blushed with embarrassment but there was

No way to retrieve the words that were scattered

Into the universe like leaves which are blown

By the autumn winds to the four corners of the world

The object of her remark showing a rare grace smiled

And diverted the remark like an arrow which had missed its mark

Engaged her in a conversation, earning her gratitude

What a generous gesture it was she felt doubly humbled

A lesson learned and forever ingrained in her mind

In response to the following prompts;

Your daily word prompt;

Tactless

FOWC;

Cacophony

RDP;

Gratitude

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