#WritePhoto-The Tree-Man

The verdant forest was an untouched cloistered haven. Tall trees touch the skies as tiny bushes waltzed merrily at their feet. But the oasis was breached and the natives started cutting down the trees one by one. They bought the trees down and celebrated. What they did not know was that the sacred forest was… Continue reading #WritePhoto-The Tree-Man

#Writephoto- Beach

Alone on a white starched sheet, intravenous tubes dripping some dewy portions into me, a ventilator infusing the life into me and a beep to show that I was alive. I have been here in this comatose state for many days. I hear blurred voices and masked faces flitting by. I yearn for a soft… Continue reading #Writephoto- Beach

Eccentric

Life with its eccentric elan, Sends you in a tizzy. You pause to catch your breath, But you get swept in its whirlwind. You want to stand and stare, But it refuses to let you procrastinate. The tornado blazes through, Blowing you in circles wide, Sweeping you of your feet, As you get tossed and… Continue reading Eccentric

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

"It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. Take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form. This week’s form is: Haibun" © 2020 Frank J. Tassone Solace I stood alone on the rocky cliff and looked down on the valley below. It… Continue reading Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

The circle of life- (a Haibun)

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)

Life- story

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

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly# Tanka Tuesday#Poetry Challenge No 163#Poet’s Choice

"It’s the first of the month and know what that means! Poets, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!" I have written a Gogyohka using words eyes and dark. Gogyohka has five lines, each consisting of one phrase with a line-break after each phrase or breath. A pair… Continue reading Colleen’s 2020 Weekly# Tanka Tuesday#Poetry Challenge No 163#Poet’s Choice