I sit down and wonder.
What’s it all about?
These dreams that want to be set free.
Where do I start?
How will it end?
This story.
My story.
It’s starting to get boring.
For the first time I don’t know how to begin.
So much time has passed.
Limbo isn’t a good place to pull up a chair and relax.
Moving on, turning pages because a stagnant mind never lasts.
What a beautiful thing it is to have loved.
To stand next to a Japanese maple tree slowly
dying and admire the burgundy stars
shimmering on its branches in sunlight.
To hold a father’s unsteady hands as the
breath ebbs out of him on an uncertain night.
To dig through rubble, fresh and still warm from
the bomb that fashioned it, for your daughter’s
missing doll. To chat with your friend’s
granddaughter over Whatsapp, epistles of
encrypted affection. To think of your daughter’s
face, now in prison, with a trembling heart and
a colourless smile. What if you don’t make it until
she’s freed? To let go. Of a withering Japanese
maple, your father’s sentience, the head of your
child’s lost doll, the hope to see your daughter again.
To have loved is to make peace with loss even though.
To have loved is to know the insolence of desire.
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When the “what if” crowds your mind and dampens your soul, shroud those pretentious thoughts with “so what” scrawls
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We have our share of fallacies. At the end let your share of goodness overshadow the bad ones
Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting
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Try it, you’ll really like it!
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Saturday Mix – Epulaeryu
Italian pasta salad,
my favorite dish
but also my family’s.
Ham, pepperoni,
provolone, and more.
It tastes so
GREAT!
What a unique poetry style. That was fun!
The sound of you vibrates love.
Another post about the pain body and the RA. Glimpses of light give me hope and a feeling that I’m on the mend. That I am my own healer, knowing what’s best for me. And then there are storms, restless but pain stricken days and nights, that take all that hope and turn it into despair. There is no consistency right now and each day is truly different. Where is this going? Is this another moment you would just tell me to breathe. I’m trying my friends, I’m trying.
Sometimes I wonder if I truly did make it like that tarot card insisted! Or was it just simply too much and I pushed too hard! While I had no other choice, I wonder if my body can forgive me and heal once more.
It’s been peaceful living in the RV. It comes with challenges for a full time living which…
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Shweta is the host of 6WSP
Prompt for Week #78 (Jun 19, 2021 – Jun 26, 2021)
Sound
#Keepitalive
#6WSP
The Reluctant Poet 