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

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 30th, 2020

Today’s prompt comes to us compliments of Lauren. Thank you, Lauren! Lauren. Thank you, Lauren! 'Your prompt for JusJoJan January 30th, 2020, is “finished.” Use the word “finished” any way you’d like' I dream to see a dream. what I want to be, But could not be. It is what I desire , But it… Continue reading Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 30th, 2020

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 23rd, 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

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly

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/

It arose ( a double haiku)

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. .

Pink (a haiku)

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.

Ivory Castle

She lived in an ivory castle Walls lined pink, And sky blue. Its wide expanse, Laced with a mystical beauty. Air fragrant, It blew with melodies profound. The sun shone, A luminous white all around. She sat there happy, She lived weaving dreams, Dreams of life to unfold. She looked high and low, Searching for… Continue reading Ivory Castle

My heart ( a cinquain)

My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.

Twittering Tales#121-29 January

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