carpe diem, tanka

captured.carpe_diem

burdened by belief
tearing away subtleties
clean sheets make sound sleep
rushing through the thick forests
i finally find heaven

carp diem: use that quote no 3… […] “You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind” […] – Mahatma Gandhi

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short story, totally optional prompts

convergence

totally optional prompts, this week’s request for poems: intersections. think about the contact points between things you wouldn’t normally think had a whole lot to do with each other.

only if you pause noiselessly does the slim possibility exist you will see the noctural light living. her stealth approach and growling manner rarely brings one close. undefined green lush air encloses the world of panther. solitary single, surreptitious shadow she stalks the city light seeking her prey.

he walks the sleepless nights, seeking shelter from an old torn tormenting tale bounded by dusk and dawn. he extracts the memento mori with recollection trembles hearing the cacophany of clashing between city streets and backstreet alleys yawning with despair.

happenstance soon brings the unnoticeable noticed in a rare volatile visual exchange. active the parallel compass turns a corner as the prey unaware stalls in stupor at her presence before him. eyes from nowhere revive in recognition, her soft paws silent, claws withdrawn, she seeks a course to bring him back. apocalypse vacancy persuades the juncture of living and dead to a connection home.

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