ever-changing skygazing into the offing relax and unwind Written for W3 Weave Written Weekly #56. The prompt was to write a haiku or a tanka on one’s favourite way to unwind. I find sky watching very relaxing. This is a scheduled post, since I’m on a hiatus, I’ll be responding when I get back 😄Continue reading “Sky Watching”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Abstract Suitor
Framed in a gallery the crowd tries to figure him out between the planes abstract suitor sculpted with brushstrokes cubes and triangles yet every eye perceives their ideal, alone. Written for dverse Poetics: An Artist Gets His Due. This is a scheduled post. I am currently on a hiatus so I will be responding to yourContinue reading “Abstract Suitor”
Target Practice
Glass bottles lined scintillating green bullets explode shattering illusions hitting the mark everytime. Something fragile within the mind slim shards sting clarity encapsulated in emerald shards as target practice. Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #280. Thanks for reading ❤️
Glade
The road less traveled led to a blooming glade the scent of woodland mingling with floral multi-colored bursts fragrantly bewitching a picturesque fairytale The road less traveled led to a blooming glade I rested a while in its shade. Written for Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – #143 – Picturesque. Thanks for reading ❤️
Tumult
Thundering chaos within Undulating smoke gathers Mirroring the state of mind Unperturbed steps careless Landmines catch unaware Tread carefully now. Written for W3 Prompt #55: Wea’ve Written Weekly. I chose the word ‘tumult’. II. Punam’s prompt guidelines Thanks for reading ❤️
Mama and Child
Brown eyes sparkle laughter dances cheerily upon the child’s lips you are precious, mama he cups her cheeks small fingers pat her wearied face Mama returns the smile after a tiring work day these are the words that piece her back thank you sweetheart you are precious, child you always make Mama proud. Written forContinue reading “Mama and Child”
Was I Free?
A time when the fire roared against the inky sky the moon was an ivory blot suspended midway. The universe was spinning shooting stars; cosmic fireworks moved to its apogee but my legs were rooted. In the quagmire of burden I stretched my branches towards the burning light was that me a leafless tree? WasContinue reading “Was I Free?”
Cup
Cup slowly fills overflows with will unable to tame emotion cracks. Cup slowly repairs gold filling cracks able to sustain emotion useful. An elfchen written for W3 Prompt #54: Wea’ve Written Weekly. Congratulations to Sadje ma’am for being featured as the Poet of the Week. 🥰 I enjoyed writing this poetic form, it required choosing wordsContinue reading “Cup”
Phases
In an open field the sleepy child saw a secret concealed it takes two men to change the moon right out of a sweven. Round-eyed wonder gapes at the spill field glowing under ladder past the skyline huffing puffing the orb dreamy blue clouds line. The child rubs his eyes at the sight of anotherContinue reading “Phases”
Mirror Mirror
The divide between truth and illusion mirror mirror what is it I see? A cold finger against the glass is this the true me? Or am I illusory? Sharp contrasts blade-like black against piercing white mirror mirror. What is it I see? the divide between truth and illusion what is reality? Written for Sadje’s WhatContinue reading “Mirror Mirror”
Moss Girl’s Dirge
The moss girl lying on ground slime-green; gunky is her mind a flower princess crowned? never her fate resigned. The peony prince won’t look at you her mind whispers-you are dust the restless forest knew he roams, bereaved soul lost. There she lies rotting; over wretched love roses do not bloom on moss; elegant andContinue reading “Moss Girl’s Dirge”
A Writer In The Room 