Dreams I dread you no more….

It's a grey hazy world. I walk alone into the depths of deep and dark night. The tall banyan trees rustle gently in the balmy night singing a slow requiem. Petrified, I walk on.And suddenly clawed hands protrude from the dark abyss, holding me,pinning me and choking me. I shriek aloud but no words come…

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 276, 5/31/22, #ShareYourDay

Image from https://images.app.goo.gl/6Qp71f6nGBYU9m1e6 I have written an Argonelles. It is composed of an unlimited amount of 5-line stanzas (quintains). The syllable count is 2-6-8-8-6, with line 2 & 5 having the same syllable count and limes 3 & 4 composed of the same syllable count. The rhyme scheme of an Argonelles is : a-b-c-c-b. Day…

Chasing Dreams

TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 258, #THEMEPROMPT

Dreams I recall( a double etheree) ablissfulreverie-stony cottagenear a burbling brookhidden by fragrant pinesplaying a rustling melodyin mistral symphony on high peakssnow gilded in crimson hues at sunriseidyllic Dream I see in deep slumberonly to be shattered in daylightmy window opens to walls brickedwindows barred ,all hope debarredstill fresh in my mind's eyedreamy flashes shinejoy…

Cobbled Clutter(a senryu)

weary soul trudges clanging on cobbled clutter of life's edifice

Voices

Voices, Inside, Echoing, Riding the crests, Hiding in the troughs, A cacophony of decibels, Sweet and soft notes, And also sharp ones, Painful and consoling, They just ring on. Reminding me of painful memories, Shaded and pale with time, Or just harkening back to days of joy, Singing the mirthful tunes. A syllabic rhapsody, That…

Shadows

You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time. Lives that you have brushed up against, Now live with an imprint of you, Firmly trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory not. You leave the steps in the sands of time, And you come…

TANKATUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 254, #SPECIFICFORM

Dreams We all are born dreamers for we conjure little dreams in tiny corners of our heart and nurture them through the life's tempests. But many a time, these tiny beacons of hope get extinguished and seem out of our reach. We tend to start doubting ourselves. doubt pervades the mindwhen your dreams seem faraway-miles…

TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 252 #PHOTOPROMPT

Image Credit: Butterfly on Asters by Lisa Smith Nelson I have written an Etheree Mysoul avagabond-floats in life's lushambrosial tranquilit seeks in endless queststriated dreams of bright hopeimbibing glazed hues from aroundto give my blight a luminous glowmy shortcomings no longer haunt me so life'smistyillumedkalaediscopeshows me way aheadletting go off bygonesin search of new horizonstrailing glory as…

dancing…..

Dancing to the tunes of destiny, She pirouetted to fame, The decibels rose and fell, Still she danced to rythm of life, Impervious to the cacophony around .