Thursday photo prompt: Storm #writephoto

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…

Heartbreak

Like a moth to a flame, She threw herself at heartbreak, She never lost hope, And kept on trying again and again. But the world thought her foolish, As she never seemed to learn, That how could she save him, Who was convinced, That he should burn.

Dandelion

Twittering Tales#145-16 July,2019 (JUSTICE)

He stood alone.His fate rested with the man holding the sleek black pen in his blue veined smooth hands flashing a Cartier on a silky cuffed wrist.He had unearthed the nefarious activities of some and was made the scapegoat. Maybe the man in expensive suit would do him justice! (278 characters) Via: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/60562321/posts/2345631484

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 136 #PhotoPrompt

A Beacon ( A Haibun) The stony steps lined by a verdant gossamer of thin moss led to the teak panelled door of the house. Embedded in the pristine granite frame,it stood guard,a sentinel to love and life inside. The trellis lush with green foliage embellished its facade. Radiating a vernal bloom that was incited…

Change the world.

She was ethereal

Twittering Tales#133-23 April,2019

The gargantuan robot floated in dark void. It eyed the cerulean blue globe dotted with fluffy white clouds sceptically. It had been born there and cast out to fly into the dark abyss. In its heyday, it had flown into alien space. Now forlorn,it just floated awaiting its nemesis. (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/04/23/twittering-tales-133-23-april-2019/comment-page-1/#comment-31319

#WritePhoto Photo Prompt

A shady cloister lonely afar, Verdantly hued radiantly alive. The sturdy bark tainted with time, Hoary branches waltzed in the wind. The fringed leaves resonating in symphony, A silent cacophony. The fiery green on the ground, It infused all the colours, It imbibed all the sounds. A viaduct of life, Carrying the ecstatic stream, To…

Twittering Tales#124-19 February 2019

To cure us of our cyber megalomania, the crafty Grandpa set up a treasure trail in the old town with a holiday in Paris as the prize. With our smartphones confiscated,we were given maps to find our way.We had no Google to find how to read the Map. Grandpa won and is in Paris! (276…