My synonyms for Influence and perception are Control, Recognition. I have written a Senryu A Wrong A recognition, An avarice to control, And a wilful wrong. Via: https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/06/18/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-132-synonymsonly/ And an apology for being away for some days😊!
A night dark and deep, Haunted by melancholic depths, Lone stood a tree, Its barren branches, Standing proud. For the crescent moon, Arched amidst the arid branches, Anointed them with a mystical hue. Embellished and adorned, The silvery beacon, It showed many lost souls, A weary way to redemption. Darkness shows you the way. Just… Continue reading A dark night
The cycle of life( a Haibun) As the pristine icy snow melted with the advent of spring, it gave birth to a vivacious and bubbly froth.The cerulean drops danced along the valleys,cascaded down mighty falls and waltzing in symphony with pebbled music. The pure manna rejuvenated the arid plains and infused life into the dried… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Yearning #writephoto
A Gift( an etheree) A shiny gift of surreptitious love, Anonymously sent a dark day, A catchy, meticulous bow, Tying up all the loose ends, Sericeous and vibrant, The starry facade, Sheathing bounties, Sent unknown, Spreading, Love. Via: https://wp.me/p7KSnx-2X3
A Kaleidoscope Her mind was a kaleidoscope of memories. The life's roll pulsated with vibrant images eliciting a throwback to her vivacious heyday. But it was also dotted with blank grey canvases.She had chosen to forget what caused her pain. She held what she wanted to hold onto. (266 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/05/28/twittering-tales-138-28-may-2019/
It is summer at its peak. The Sun God is venting his anger on lesser mortals like me. And the AC can't be on 24into 7. MIL gives sullen glares for her son will have to shell out more. And playing the cook is like being being guillotined. All I want is to catch up… Continue reading A day in summer ( a haiku)
Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .
My dear friends,I shall be away for a few days. I am out for a short break recharging and rejunuvating. And come back charged to write some more!