Title: Russian DancersArtist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/459097 I have written a chōka dance in tapping trancedeathly silence all aroundwaltzing to Fate's rhythmtwirling away Pain's lashesdewy drops recallflaming fires from skies burningland to ashy dusthome and hearth loved now no morewhat they lost is gone for sure Via : https://wp.me/p4xNpg-cZb
Prompt for Week #97 (Oct 30, 2021 – Nov 5, 2021) is Death Hatred blooms a smell of death Via :https://wp.me/p6UE35-3sj
Image Credit: https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/item/66272 Merril D. Smith selected the image this week. It’s a lithograph and you can read more about it HERE Redemption(Tanka Prose) Today's world has forgotten the spirit of compassion. What motivates us is self interest and an endless avarice to seek more. We forget all those who have loved and nurtured us for we consider… Continue reading TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 244 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
Top of the table by KL Caley A soul soared high, Bonds broken, An Ariel free, It waltzed to the notes, Its own. And denizens below, It watched them, Faces seen, Aeons ago, Now saying kind words, No longer in a surly tone. Maybe! They were glad to see it go. Goodies passed, Tables laid… Continue reading #WritePhoto- Table
"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “above/below.” Use one, use both, use ’em however they inspire you." A soul soared high above, Bonds broken, An ariel free, It waltzed to the notes, Its own. And denizens below, It watched them, Faces seen, Aeons ago, Now saying kind words, No longer in a… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 13, 2021
A soul soared high, Bonds broken, An Ariel free, It waltzed to the notes, Its own. And denizens below, It watched them, Faces seen, Aeons ago, Now saying kind words, No longer in a surly tone. Maybe! They were glad to see it go. Goodies passed, Tables laid in bountiful, Dainty linen, Shining cutlery on… Continue reading As it soared high
One day, She floated free, Breaking all those bonds, Ties that anchored her not. She called out to deaf walls, Her cries resonated in her own ears, And tears that shed, But moved none. She wanted a hand to hold to, An ear to whisper her untold fears into. Her cries stifled, Her pain silenced.… Continue reading Flown free
Our lives, What? A travail of unrequited desires, A quest to fill coffers, With so many and so much. The quench insatiable, Always wanting more, Never happy. And one day, It is all gone. Just in a whiff. All his life, Having been, Tantamount to not been, For he amasses nothing, He loses all, Just… Continue reading Life -it is….
A fuzzy mind swoons, But not a morsel of food, Still a serene smile.
The murals told the tales of distant past long gone .Men then fought and killed each other. All glory laid to dust. The myriad figures stand alone. But the story has not changed. Men still keep on fighting and killing each other. And the stony walls blood washed shine anew. (272 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4SZ