One-Liner Wednesday – Written Off

Famous are those who make edifices out of nothing, unknown just get buried beneath them. Via:

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #294 Chaste&Taste  

Man's world no more chaste, Sweet manna has a sour taste, Goodness refluxes. Via :

Tuesday Trail#25 February,2020

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form". Rumi This is the eternal truth. Life is a circle. If one window closes, the other door opens. We spent our lives lamenting over what we have lost but forget what we have or will have. We run after what we lose and do not… Continue reading Tuesday Trail#25 February,2020

A Question

Doing the daily things, The hours go by. The days go by. The weeks go by. The months go by. The years go by. And then one day, I wake up from the stupefied slumber, Hair all tousselled, Eyes sleep puffed, And mind in inertia. I wake up, And ask myself aloud, A litany of… Continue reading A Question

Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

A snowy, glassy cage had captured me in, But now it stands cracked. Lines so finely etched, Making me marvel, All the more. The sun is out, Prancing on a sea of blue, Amidst the wisps of pristine white, That float softly around. Blizzards have simmered down, Their ego hushed by the Vernal Charm. The… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 22/2020

"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “animal sounds.” Write about the sounds animals make and how you experience them." In the dead of night, As the world slept, A pale moonlight bathed the land. The moon, Sheathed by clouds, Hiding, Fearing to come out. An eerie silence, But faraway somewhere, Dogs gave… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 22/2020

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 165 #PhotoPrompt

I have written an Etheree In a night dark and deep lone stood a tree, Haunted by much melancholic depths, Its barren branches standing proud, For the crescent moon shone bright, Arched on arid branches Silvery beacon, To those Souls lost, In Darkness But now, Home. Via: