The crisp leaves were meticulously cut ,soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times! (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/08/twittering-tales-118-8-january-2019/
My cuppa of coffee, My elixir of life. Manna from heaven, A boon granted to wipe away my turmoils. As the invigorating aroma hits me, Oh! How I describe it? It sends shafts of pure joy into a mundane me, It makes my senses do a jive, As I relish each sip. I forget myself,… Continue reading Friday RDP:Coffee (An ode to Coffee)
Before you give away, The pieces of your heart, Make sure that there is enough left, In the space inside, Enough to hear it's gentle thrum, That tells you to always hold onto hope.
She was guilty For she did not conform. She could not be reigned, So she was shackled. She wanted to run free, They tied her hard with ropes of rules. Her wanton streak, Her untamed spirit, They made her conscience guilty. For she was to be, What she had to be, And not what she… Continue reading Daily prompt:guilty
Let the gust of air blow away the cobwebs. Let it rustle new life into you.
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Vague are the vagaries of life, They tell us To silence us. They show us To blind us. They lead us To mislead. Vague emotions And nameless turmoils, Make you fall in the vortex of life. The cauldron of life Brims over With life emoticons All over. Source : https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/vague/
I am unfurling my wings As the cold has stopped Seeping into my skin. I am learning to partake In the small joys of life. For I can finally feel, The spring in my fingertips. The time to sleep is through. As the wind is now thrumming With the chance to start afresh. Prompt source… Continue reading Spread your wings
She clutched his pictures tightly to her chest, For these photos were the only way, She could hold on to his fleeting memories, She wanted to never let go of the wonderful man in her pictures, Her camera had frozen him in time, She took solace in the fact that the frame would contain the… Continue reading Holding on