Just wanted you all to know I am taking a break from blogging for a while. It could be a few days or stretch to a month.
I am well… emotionally, mentally and physically. I just need to be with myself for some time. You could call it a vacation away from digital devices!
My prompts on Saturday on Ragtag Community will be posted as usual, but I may not read your posts. So please forgive me in advance. I also apologize to those who may leave comments on my previous post.
Comments are closed on this post, otherwise I will keep responding and reading your posts in return and never be able to get away! 😉
Stay safe and stay blessed. Forever grateful for all the love and support.
Sometimes hope dangles by a slim thread
I cling to it tenaciously
But the thread does break at crucial times
Sometimes the truth punches me in the gut
Breathless and beaten, I still get up
But the urge to lay sucker punched is too strong
Sometimes optimism sits timidly at my door
I have to let it in
But pessimism gives it a vicious fight
Sometimes I wonder if it is all worth it
But then I need something to live for
Or do I?
“How far does optimism go?”
Whose likes these are I think I know
Their blog is on WordPress for sure
I do not see them stopping by my blog
But like my comments on others’ blogs, though!
My perplexed mind thinks it queer
To read my words from afar and not near
Between a like on a comment and my post
The distance is of just a visit to the reader.
If they like my comments spontaneous
Imagine the joy of visiting my verses ingenious
Which I so painstakingly craft
For sharing happiness is infectious!
I wonder if the shadowy exploration is random or by design
I must admit liking comments on others’ blogs is no crime
But my comment on another blog is just soupcon
Why not visit and read my writing sometime!
My verses are my legacy in words
To insinuate you are missing something is absurd
But your likes remind me you are lurking somewhere
Gives me a feeling of being stalked for better or worse.
(With malice and offence to none, a tongue in cheek rant and apologies to all for this appalling nod to a much beloved poem!)
Sitting on the edge
of a high-rise ledge
dangling my legs
I feel the breeze in my hair
as I watch the stars make their
long journey as they flare
waiting patiently for that exact moment
when the night meets the day for an instant
to exchange that kiss so hesitant
I want to catch the sunlight
as ephemeral as a sprite
bringing so much delight
carefully cradling it in my outstretched palms
wanting to put this in your arms
but this is a gift, not alms
thus on your bulletin board it goes
pinned along with love notes
a ray of light that glows
so that when you wake, at whatever time,
it suffuses you with warmth sublime
this sight so truly divine!
shivering moon’s shadow pales
in the silhouetted hoary vales
the stars silently dim their light
the drowsy flowers unaware of the blight
in the fog dreams quietly fade
as a fey spirit hides in the shade
the woods inhabited by a phantom shape
a fae, maybe! who knows who is behind that verdant drape.
Eugi’s Weekly Word Prompt – “Fairy” August 10, 2020
This tricolour flag, the edifice of our democracy,
that benevolently blankets us
let’s not dull its bright colours with misplaced jingoism
and let’s not stoop to delinquent chest thumping
let’s not unnecessarily flex nationalistic muscles
let’s not today have facetious verbal duels
nor indulge in schmutzwortsuche*
to hurl choicest abuses on the critics
let’s not sully the sacrifices of the martyrs
for the harvest that we reap today
nor be despondent about how things are
the country and the government are not usually synonyms
let’s be discerning citizens,behave responsibly
and not take our independence lightly!
Sadje, this multi-prompt verse is for you!
Swallowed self respect
bitterness rises to throat
The taste of music
memories of that first kiss
heart curves in a smile
VJ’s Weekly Challenge #108: taste
The emperor is without his clothes
but his blind followers can’t see that
he has hoodwinked them into thinking
that he is attired in silken robes of sacrifice
the truth is, his naked self aggrandisement
is flaunted proudly
fawning flunkies with fervid ferocity
denounce and denigrate all detractors
that are anyway abysmally few and far between.
He walks like the Colossus
striding over confidently ahead
he swats opposition like flies
with vitriolic criticism
his street smart chutzpah has massive following
fed on the false promises of deliverance
they are in a trance like state
transfixed by the unnaturally flamboyant hubris
flammable and racist speeches
have turned them into rabid, misogynist trolls
spewing lies, deceit and hatred
If you are a passive bystander
brace yourself for apocalypse now!
The glitter and the razzamatazz
on the exterior
has most fooled most of the times
the clothes, the persona, the face I present ;
your perception of me
is based on what you see,
more importantly what you want to see!
a goddess, a doormat,
a whore, a punching bag,
a mother, a sister,
a daughter or a wife
an endless list of roles assigned,
that I never asked for!
but you never see me as me
without any suffixes or prefixes.
mired in the marsh of misconception
I start to believe what you think of me
I spend my life on the scraps
of so called freedom
that you begrudingly bestow
which in any case was never yours to give
or mine to ask
it was just there for everyone
and I should have taken it as my right
but I was made to believe
it is not right to question the status quo
so today when you ask who am I
I am as clueless as you!
What do you see # 42- 10 August 2020