Somewhere between the lines, love got lost

My life is bared for you to see in all the lines I wrote

You decided to read between the lines and pick and choose

You let imagination run wild,  gave free rein to emotion

Somewhere between the lines, love got lost in translation

I just ask for a moment of your life to read and look

And you will find that my life is an open book

Like a river that runs calm and runs deep

So is my love for you darling, forever to keep

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Searching for Muse lost

Was it that long ago, by
The south seas
Warm waves crashing,
Bursting bubbles caressing

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Black and White : February 1 Flash Fiction Challenge

There once was a movie named
The Manchurian Candidate
Why Manchurian
I scratch my head
Little up north
The cold frigid waste
Siberia
The Siberian Candidate
That would have been
More realistic
Wouldn’t it
Oh my my
What did I do
Realistic
May be a reality TV show
But not real life
Siberian Candidate
Everything in life can’t be
Black and white
Must use our imagination
Little shades of gray
Not just left and right
Not conservative and liberals
A little compromise
Maybe thinking about
Siberian cold
I am mixing my
Black and white
My imaginations
Taking a flight


Charli’s prompt this week:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features something black and white. It could be a nun in a zebra monster truck, a rigid way of thinking, a bird in a tuxedo — be imaginative and go where the prompt leads.

 

Write

Write for whom I ask
Readers, do they really care
Immensely immersed in imbued imagination
Thoughts transcending timeless travel towards
Eternity, endlessly do I create

Write for my own pleasure
Regaling hopefully all my readers
In you I find my redemption
To all of you there
Ever gratefully send my love

Write with purpose I don’t
Ready to admit my fault
Inside me always a turmoil
Thinking if readers will like
Even little of I write

Writing is not for glory
Rather inconspicuous that I am
Inflated ego I don’t have
Tremble even thinking of that
Enlightenment is all I seek

Writing is not for money
Really the pleasure is mine
In writing I find freedom
Totally selfish, yes I am
End of story, or poem


Write anything Wednesday Aug-17-2016

Brown Lipstick:Limerick Challenge Week 22 – Color

He was a man of great imagination
Colors were his extreme fascination
She liked her lipstick brown
It always made him frown
Clash of ego became his ruination


This post is in response to Limerick Challenge Week 22 Color sponsored by Mind and Life Matters

God: Father, why not Mother

Why does God be father
And not mother
Does our quest
For an unknown creator
Rein in our imagination
That we can not fathom
When in reality
Mother carries the burden
Of creation
Our feeble mind
Glorifies a father figure
Neglecting the one
Who nourishes our life
And showers us with
Unquestioned love
From the time of conception
Through every step of life
Is it because
Those who created the
Image of a God
Distant from own creation
Influenced by fathers
Who kept a distance
From their lives