Will be back soon: Gone Lookin’

Fear is a good thing[…]fear is what drives us to take risks and extend ourselves beyond our normal limits, and any writer who feels he is standing on safe ground is unlikely to produce anything of value. - Paul Auster, "Invisible" Dear Void, I have felt fear this past nine weeks. A lot of fear....

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I look at my limp body in my arms and I wonder who saved whom. I can only hold the weight of my own conscience, talk the truth I know. Never a hero was made by saving himself: Completely untrue. You can read more about this philosophically forceful sculpture here.

My Favourite Things, Chorus (to end the series)

When the dog bites, When the bee stings, When I’m feeling sad, I simply remember my favourite things, And then I don’t feel so bad.   Here's the final entry for the chorus of My Favourite Things (from The Sound of Music) to conclude the wonderful series of Subjects from Songs, for Cee's weekly Fun...

(A sonnet) For Now

So high above the land I love I glide With no wasted effort by me. Just wind That's heated below raises me to defy The laws of gravity. Seeing no sin Of man--only the open world as naked As fresh love--I use my skin to respond To the contours of earth, roughly caressed By blankets...

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Though symmetry can be pleasing to the eyes asymmetry can grab all your senses.   An informal ode to an uncharacteristic love I wrote, in quiet symmetry of love and loss, About the ineptitude of wisdom's foresight. One hears and sees but does not learn until one crosses The path littered with shattered hopes. A...

Re-aligning the Hindu scale

For One to Three Forgetting the Two Hundreds to millions to a billion In faith that travels across Space and time, no dimension or scale Necessary to measure that Which comforts and heals. In belief they appear Perfect, not in practice - Forgetting there is a Two. Some others philosophise on The need to multiply...

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Glistening pretty, Dastardly tempting custard - Tarty Strawberry     Opulent spices Adorning seasonal cake - Luxurious comfort     Whipped white whispering Hazel syrup caressing Death by chocolate     A part of the post was inspired by One Word Photo Challenge at Jennifer Nichole Wells' Blog

Lost & Found

‘To lose one’s identity’ suggests that There must have been a sort of ownership Of self; a belonging to a band, a race, A brand; a categorized face constantly Possessed, framed to play a part on a screen. The more one thinks the boundaries shrink, to Reveal: being labeled worsens The sense of one; a...