Hello all, Below is the wonderful round-up of last week’s #FreeFormFriday prompt, exploring the art of free form and combined form. Many thanks to contributors. Apologies for being slightly delayed today, life overtook events. From now on I’ll be running this fortnightly. If you would like to join in I’d love to hear from…
Hate; a verb, an abstract noun
That we may give our power,
Love; a verb, an abstract noun
That is hate’s funeral pyre.
You may not see our battle scars,
but know this; we are not victims
we are this world’s warriors.
For the families
may past wrongs come to light,
may past wrongs stay past.
Offer nectar to the wings,
Stalks direct the globe.
cardiology; ‘an abnormality of the functioning of the autonomic (involuntary) nervous system,’ another one; a condition common with my co-morbidities, nothing I’d not guessed we already do much of what they say I should, I laugh during the tests; “Don’t get up too fast,” he says smiling knowingly – as if I could, and we…
“We have hurt each other,” they say, honesty ricocheting around the room to meet open, determined faces; paramilitary, prisoners, peace-builders, political leaders interspersed with lawyers, academics alert and armed with pens and inquisition. The untold stories unravel before me. via Broken Silence and Exit Lines — The 48%
A wry note to self; when the words swim before you stop typing, just stop. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Another big bang is going to rock the universe tomorrow! Well, that was bit of an exaggeration. Tomorrow (12th March 2019) is going to mark the release of my debut poetry collection, that I have filled with my heart and soul as it’s my first published book ever. With that, let me indulge in some…
My favourite quotes have long included “Do not fear death, fear the inadequate life.” Long the unanswerable question that lurks on the edges started roaring loudly.