Leftovers of yesterday, Simmering in today's broth, That we relish tomorrow.
An unsung Ode ( a senryu) Beauty in her soul, Her bright spirit a beacon, But still much maligned. Via:https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/11/12/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-153-synonymsonly/
What happens when you want to write but struggle to find those elusive words. You look in hope at inane things and make sage ones your Muse. But again the words play truant. There is an arid terrain and you yearn for a tempest of words, a surge of thought, a storm of ideas and… Continue reading A writer’s block( Haibun)
A ripple of thought, A wind of fiery desire, Fired her to soar high. Via: https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/07/15/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-262-ripplewind/
A night dark and deep, Haunted by melancholic depths, Lone stood a tree, Its barren branches, Standing proud. For the crescent moon, Arched amidst the arid branches, Anointed them with a mystical hue. Embellished and adorned, The silvery beacon, It showed many lost souls, A weary way to redemption. Darkness shows you the way. Just… Continue reading A dark night
The cycle of life( a Haibun) As the pristine icy snow melted with the advent of spring, it gave birth to a vivacious and bubbly froth.The cerulean drops danced along the valleys,cascaded down mighty falls and waltzing in symphony with pebbled music. The pure manna rejuvenated the arid plains and infused life into the dried… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Yearning #writephoto
Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .