Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 44: (STEAL) in the B rhyme line.

Spring blossoms and soft fragrant love, Gently seeps into hearts to steal, As it beats fast in a cartwheel, And all malice given a shove, Melody and love hand in glove, Tranquil wisps blow away the gloom, Passions roared in the narrow flume, Splashing an array of hues bright, Leaving one rapt in pale moonlight,… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 44: (STEAL) in the B rhyme line.

#JusJoJan prompt the 26th – “Shutter”

Strange is this new world! Anonymous fear, All pervading, A fragile trust, Wary trepidation, Lonely roads, Shuttered and desolate, Caged minds, Barred souls, Afar. Bonhomie vanished, No festive fire, A melancholic moroseness, A pallid gloom. As we pray for days of yore, When life was a celebration, A momentous jubilation. Via: https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/26/jusjojan-prompt-the-26th-shutter/

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 208, #THEMEPROMPT

This weeks theme is: “Holiday Traditions” New Beginnings (A Cinquain) Hope, A Serene calm, Sharing love all around Infusing cheer into tired souls, Recharged. Via: https://wp.me/p4xNpg-aYR

As winter comes

As cold seeps through, Its icy hands permeating my soul, Turning the warm expanse glacial, The burnished fires lit around, They fail to thaw the frigid fervour, I shiver on wintry,frozen paths, Seeking solace, Cherishing a yearning ardour, A tender touch, To deliquesce the frozen feelings, Letting a gush of sanguine flow, No longer dreading… Continue reading As winter comes

Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun): A Repost

My soul tethered deep into my conscience is my anchor of life. Strong and sturdy, weathering the life's storms,it has grown. Lateral branches lush with verdant emotions, lush with life sprout shading me from harsh glares. They droop down burdened with the plethora of life's emoticons. And as they touch down to meet my inner… Continue reading Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun): A Repost

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 1/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more.” Start your post with the word “more.” More you hide, More the moroseness. Open the doors of your heart, As the life knocks aloud. Unlock the closeted clasps, Break open the melancholic shackles, So nothing holds you back. Life bestows all its love on you,… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 1/2020

A strange world

Strange is this new world! Anonymous fear, All pervading, A fragile trust, Wary trepidation, Lonely roads, Shuttered and desolate, Caged minds, Barred souls, Afar. Bonhomie vanished, No festive fire, A melancholic moroseness, A pallid gloom. As we pray for days of yore, When life was a celebration, A momentous jubilation.

A Haze

A dark haze, Clouds of vicious smoke, Spiralling, Waltzing to an ominous tango, Clawing its fangs deep down, Scavenging into a tormented soul. The mystic soul, Lost, Bewildered, Hurt, It wails. Seeking solace, Searching for a beacon bright, That would lighten up , Those dreary paths. Fallen into a dark abyss, It trudges along wearily,… Continue reading A Haze