Month: September 2020

Shabby and tethered fabric is a new now exhausted fashion trend,

Phobias and disorders are swimming in the current mental systems,

Flow of needs and lack of means,

No doubt, human beings are indulging in suicides as an option for hardtimes.

Many a times i feel the thoughts we express can only be complemented by the glimpse of the flowers

Those colours of flowers seem to enhold the shades of different thoughts

They seem to just convey the right fragrance of thoughts to the senses

The aura of thoughts cannot be better expressed by anything but the beauty of flowers

Fresh flowers soak the raw pulp of thoughts and a drop of water from the ocean of heart sits on the surface of display for anybody to read through its sight and taste the spice of your thinking.

While the barren thoughts surrender their grounds of strength to the flowers fading on the stem ready to fall in the soil of present to become past and breed a new future.

Shabby and tethered fabric is a new now exhausted fashion trend,

Phobias and disorders are swimming in the current mental systems,

Flow of needs and lack of means,

No doubt, human beings are indulging in suicides as an option for hardtimes.

Live like you are the last to live

Live like its your last to live

Live like u never did

Live like u never will

Live without all ifs

Live like its the only trend that’s in

Live like a prince even if your father is not the king

Live inspite of all thicks and thins

Live anew to each breath as if as in

Happy Friday! Time for this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday!

I cherish this exercise. which gives me a chance to shut off the world and focus on a specific word prompt. It gives my mind a chance to ponder the word and send the thoughts cascading through my fingers onto the screen for all to see. But the best part is visiting the community at fiveminutefriday.com and join with others in our special tribe of writers. It’s always exciting — and often informative — to see how my fellow FMF friends develop their thoughts in a variety of different genres. If you get a chance, stop by.

I’ve been sharing snippets taken from Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat compiled by Susan Shipe. They are a testament to the value of the exercise. This week, I’ll share some perspective from Helen who I…

Happy Friday! Time for this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday!

I cherish this exercise. which gives me a chance to shut off the world and focus on a specific word prompt. It gives my mind a chance to ponder the word and send the thoughts cascading through my fingers onto the screen for all to see. But the best part is visiting the community at fiveminutefriday.com and join with others in our special tribe of writers. It’s always exciting — and often informative — to see how my fellow FMF friends develop their thoughts in a variety of different genres. If you get a chance, stop by.

I’ve been sharing snippets taken from Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat compiled by Susan Shipe. They are a testament to the value of the exercise. This week, I’ll share some perspective from Helen who I…

Did you ever come across a book where you knew the ending just a few pages in, yet still wanted to see how the story unfolded?

That was the intrigue of the thoroughly Christian romance Call to Love penned by first time author Mary A. Felkins. I listened to the audio version as company during a three state visit over the weekend, so I felt the power of Felkins’ words through the narration of Trenton Bennett.

The love story captured my attention {of course, while paying attention to the road at all times}. I never thought I would hear myself saying this, but I was 8:13 shy of finishing a chapter when I pulled into my son’s driveway. As the grandkids and dog swarmed to the car, I paused the reading. But those last eight minutes and 13 seconds gnawed at my soul so after the initial rush of greeting…

Welcome to the latest installment of Five Minute Friday. So here I am on the front end of the assignment (writing) and looking forward to linking with my Five Minute Friday friends at fiveminutefriday.com . It’s always exciting — and often informative — to see how my fellow FMF friends develop their thoughts in a variety of different genres. If you get a chance, stop by.

I’ve been sharing snippets taken from Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat, compiled by Susan Shipe. They are a testament to the value of the exercise. This week, I’ll share some perspective from Laura who I hope inspires you to check us out … and maybe join in?

“FMF was one of the first online communities I found after starting a blog. These new friends offered an encouraging space and a welcoming place …to embrace the writing journey…

In a hamlet buzzing with life there stands a dwelling desolate and ostracised

It’s gates are barred and windows heavily draped and blinded

At close deliberation I perceive shuffled movement and incoherent sounds from within

An irresistible urge an intrusive instinct I find myself drawn to the forsaken door therein

To behold a wraith distorted and distracted in a state of abject agitation

Vehemently she pronounced the denunciation of her progeny a stern proscription

Severing all chords which strengthened when the umbilical cord distended

Mournfully she reminisces the inexplicable joy of motherhood

The procreation of self the infant she had rapturously suckled and nursed

Rejoiced and celebrated his childhood and adolescence

Now unable to envisage a metamorphosis so horrendous

Which shamed her stern vigil and created an insurgent so hideous

What angst? What dissension? Bred such senseless insurgence

In vain she ponders had she nurtured him on anarchy violence and…

Tears our strange loyal companions constant and dependable deeply entrenched within their presence is difficult to define 
These lustrous shimmering drops these precious pearls a privy to a vast tumultuous world of restrain and constrain oft seek to breach all confines
They are the poetic eloquence of unspoken words conflicting emotions and some varied distractions and attractions difficult to decline
Often present as drops so pure and divine gracefully poised like dew drops on rosy cheeks with beauty to outshine any shrine
A sacred stream placid and gently flowing washing and cleansing accumulated dust and grim to reawaken the goodness and the soul to shine
So stubborn and persistent they know no reason or season they favor no friend nor foe no occasion nor moment their intention is not to sideline
Often whimsical and defiant they brook no control never on a leash chide them reprimand them always rebellious they…