This week’s inspiration is to use Mad as one of your “A” words, meaning all “A” words must rhyme with MAD. Life's small joys are now not a fad, People let out deep hollow laughs, Feelings closed tight in a carafe, And everyone is so much sad, All Hearts in immense anger clad, Spewing venom… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 3 MAD.
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.
"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “practice/practise.” Use it any way you’d like" Why everything has to be a ceremony in our life? Why can't we live life impromptu? There is ecstasy in spontaneity. We lose small joys in the quest of perfection. Just let go, And be you. Practice to live… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 18/2020
The rolling verdant expanses offer an infinite panorama of life. The valley is lush with dancing blossoms. They are imbued with warm colours of Mother Nature. Tall pines soar high majestically paying an obeisance to the blue skies. The denizens of the blue canopy above traverse down to lend their colours to the world below.… Continue reading The circle of life- (a Haibun)
A song, Euphonious, Lilting,stirring,blending, Spreading tranquility unfeigned, A bliss.
Soulful melody through whispering trees, Luscious notes reverberating through, Infusing into my deep core, Redolent with love unbound, Seeping into cold veins, An ambrosial rythm, Full of sweet love Icicles, Melted, A Bliss, Deep.
Deep in my dreamy slumber I heard, A symphonic melody play, It flowed around so untamed, Traipsing on vernal branch, Waltzing along buds, A fragrant burst, Melody, Real, Pure.
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… Continue reading Shadows
Full of adamant edifices, They never let us go! We fall, We rise, Only to fall again. Traversing rough terrains, Clanging on the cobbled clutter, Life goes on.
A life, A story, You write some , Erase some. You wish to draw some, But gusts of stormy tempest, It blows the grains away. You look on. And you still draw, Small lines, Broken lines, Anonymous, Indistinct. Someday, Those lines would merge, An amalgam of all the broken ones, And a masterpiece borne. For… Continue reading Life- story