Saturday Six Word Story Prompt(6WSP)#97-Oct,30,2021

Prompt for Week #97 (Oct 30, 2021 – Nov 5, 2021) is Death Hatred blooms a smell of death Via :https://wp.me/p6UE35-3sj

TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 244 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

Image Credit: https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/item/66272 Merril D. Smith selected the image this week. It’s a lithograph and you can read more about it HERE Redemption(Tanka Prose) Today's world has forgotten the spirit of compassion. What motivates us is self interest and an endless avarice to seek more. We forget all those who have loved and nurtured us for we consider…

#WritePhoto- Table

Top of the table by KL Caley A soul soared high, Bonds broken, An Ariel free, It waltzed to the notes, Its own. And denizens below, It watched them, Faces seen, Aeons ago, Now saying kind words, No longer in a surly tone. Maybe! They were glad to see it go. Goodies passed, Tables laid…

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 13, 2021

"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “above/below.” Use one, use both, use ’em however they inspire you." A soul soared high above, Bonds broken, An ariel free, It waltzed to the notes, Its own. And denizens below, It watched them, Faces seen, Aeons ago, Now saying kind words, No longer in a…

#WritePhoto 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…

As it soared high

A soul soared high, Bonds broken, An Ariel free, It waltzed to the notes, Its own. And denizens below, It watched them, Faces seen, Aeons ago, Now saying kind words, No longer in a surly tone. Maybe! They were glad to see it go. Goodies passed, Tables laid in bountiful, Dainty linen, Shining cutlery on…

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.

Flown free

One day, She floated free, Breaking all those bonds, Ties that anchored her not. She called out to deaf walls, Her cries resonated in her own ears, And tears that shed, But moved none. She wanted a hand to hold to, An ear to whisper her untold fears into. Her cries stifled, Her pain silenced.…

Twittering Tales#104 2 October,2018

The murals told the tales of distant past long gone .Men then fought and killed each other. All glory laid to dust. The myriad figures stand alone. But the story has not changed. Men still keep on fighting and killing each other. And the stony walls blood washed shine anew. (272 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4SZ

My Aurora

It is my Aurora, My haven of peace. As I set my foot on the hallowed earth, I lose myself. The shining dazzle of the array, Pervades to my inner being, Illuminating the dark corners, Stoking the dying embers, Igniting new ones. An irridiscent hue, And luminiscent cues, Showing me the way in the dark…