"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “figure.” Use the word “figure” any way you’d like." She refused to give up her light, No storm could bring her to her knees, For she was not as brittle as stone. She was a figure of flesh and blood, As deep as the ocean, As… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 7/2020
"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ect.” Find a word with the letters “ect” in it, and base your post on that word." Resurrect what is lost, What you once held dear. It is hidden, Buried under the mound of debris. Inject some courage into the blue veins, So that they throb… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 29/2020
"Your prompt for JusJoJan January 23rd, 2020, is “drive.” Use the word “drive” any way you’d like" You cannot always be jovial, But you can always be brave. Life will give every reason to give up, But still you drive your problems away. You pick yourself up, Amalgamating myriad pieces into a composite whole, That… Continue reading Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 23rd, 2020
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. .
If tomorrow comes, It will be, A harbinger of things new, Ushering in an ardent hope, Unearthing a cache of hidden dreams. If tomorrow comes, It will write new stories, Etching the leaves of time, Erasing the tales of yore, That mean no more. If tomorrow comes, It will heal old wounds, Festering animosity, Now… Continue reading If tomorrow Comes
The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
The star shaped cookie was an amalgam of all latent dreams. She wished to shine like those bright stars on dark skies. And the heart shaped ones were a cache of her love for the diaspora around. The vanilla essence fired up a luscious aroma as she rolled out myriad shapes. (274 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-53d
The vicious storm's whirlwind had destroyed all. Hunger was rampant. The tenacious women scoured through the scattered debris retrieving their battered pans.,collecting the dried bark and fallen fruit, and digging out the tuber. Huge fires dotted the land that fed hungry souls. (279 characters) Via :https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/15/twittering-tales-119-15-january-2019/
This is in response to the prompt by Patricia @ https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/10919228/posts/2137239039 "Dancing to the tunes of destiny, She pirouetted to fame, The decibels rose and fell, Still she danced to rythm of life, Impervious to the cacophony around ."