No one knows what stars would foretell, And how the chimes of time would turn, To future no one could discern, Bidding those dear dreams a farewell, Giving lifelong plans a death knell, You stand alone in deadly swirl, Braving painful buffets it hurls, You want to dam the fiery tides, But all your efforts… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 45: (WHIRL) in the C rhyme line.
Finding peace in tiny places, Small iota of joy savoured, Finding love in things that mattered, A gush of zeal, Flowing in a tranquil tandem, With life's rhythm, A calm repose, Unbroken in stormy tempest, Not uprooted in windy gales, For a soul satiated, It finally finds its home!
As I step inside the stony monolith atop the green hill, I am entranced. The dark grey clouds above seemed to echo its sombre appearance. Each stone has a story to tell. They are worn out for they have stood the brunt of time. Some have been ravaged by mother Nature. And some by the… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Storm #writephoto( a repost)
"When life gets stagnant,throw in a tiny pebble,its rippled cataclysm would infuse a new zeal into the inanimate soul but often that pebble is not to be found." Via :https://lindaghill.com/2021/02/17/one-liner-wednesday-gulp/
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.
"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
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.
In the flames( an Abhanga) Deep Red Burning embers sizzle me to the core stoking dead sparks to fore as numb soul melts. Those Melting icicles dousing the fiery flame that crackles to proclaim bright life again. . Via : https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/02/02/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-211-abhanga-or-poetschoice/
Life's Limerick Life is a potpourri of candy, Sometimes dull and sometimes dandy, Never finding the one you want, You can only rave and rant, As a mere pawn in the hands of Verdandi. Via : https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/31/jusjojan-prompt-the-31st-candy/
My synonyms for Past and Present are Today and Elapsed. I have attempted a Gogyohka Nostalgic of what has elapsed Fearful of the enigmatic tomorrow Forgetful of today's little joys Leaving a fatigued soul And mind that is tattered. Via: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/01/26/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-210-synonymsonly/