Words of the week are Sanctuary and Follow. Synonyms are Refuge and Pursue I have attempted a Tanka solitude inside my refuge in life's turmoils weary soul retreats in calm repose to weave dreams it dreads to ever pursue Via: Tanka Tuesday
Steps – Image by Jemima Pett Walking on the roads of life, Meandering through its mundane alleys, Transgressions aside, Myriad paths circambulate, To meet at the steps of time. I stand at the crossroads, For I know not which path to take, I sweep the panorama, Gaping at what has gone by, As flashes of… Continue reading #WritePhoto-Steps
Days of yore when less was so more, One television and few shows, A loud hue and cry and sharp rows, All sat down to have fun galore, Neighborhood bonhomie to fore, Images only white and black, But colours of life would bounce back, Television now smart ,men dumb, Profound joys of life have gone… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 58: (BLACK) in the C rhyme line.
Photo by Trent McDonald, photographer I have written a Garland Cinquain Fiery hope extinguished you stand at precipice staring into gorges around all dark. Inside hot inferno rages to consume all what was once full of vibrant life now dead. You walk along in fear in a tormented soul ripped fully apart at its core… Continue reading #TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 226 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
Image from http://Pixabay.com Walking through clouds( A Tanka) Alone I climb high leaden feet tremble to keave a misty silence-- diffuses azure frail cloud a haloed dawn awaits me Via Tanka Tuesday
"Joy is a chimera in the masked world that is now ours." Via: https://lindaghill.com/2021/05/05/one-liner-wednesday-trigger-warning/
My heart finds peace in secluded places and in little things that once remind us why we live. I did not look up as the jagged bolts of lightning tore asunder the dark sky shrouding the world with their bright incandescence. For I was lost in the cerulean tranquil abyss of my mind.
Life Mesmerising a plethora of choices jaded souls spellbound happiness shrouded in grey souls surf in a deep hushed lull.
Ariel,the tender Sprite had descended on the land of common natives to look out for goodness. Unseen and hidden in the verdant bush, it donned its pink glasses nosed with sharp whiskers. The glasses could see through all masquerades and pretentious charades and the sharp whiskers tingled on each stroke of goodness. But the Sprite… Continue reading #WRITEPHOTO-RABBIT
Life bestows all its love on you, Give it a chance. Let the love bestowed bloom, Let it spread the fragrance around. Let it give you one chance, To bestow on others, The joys you have found.