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)
Twisted fates at play, Lines that cross never to meet, Life a vicious maze. Via : https://wp.me/p4y9jb-Gzg
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 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… Continue reading Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 136 #PhotoPrompt
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
My soul tethered deep into my conscience is my anchor of life. Strong and sturdy, weathering the life's storms,it has grown. Lateral branches lush with verdant emotions, lush with life sprout shading me from harsh glares. They droop down burdened with the plethora of life's emoticons. And as they touch down to meet my inner… Continue reading Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun)
Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.
A precipice steep,Overlooks a grey expanse,A hope golden shines.
She sat on the long wooden bench watching the people walking by. The doctors hurried to their OPD rooms in stiff shirts,the nurses masked and gloved in crisp uniforms hovering by. And the patients of all ages just watching stoic and maudlin. The aroma of the tantalising coffee from the kiosk mingled with the septic… Continue reading A quest (a Haibun)
Life's shrill pitch echoes, A cacophonous tune heard, My heart yearns silence. Via :https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/04/15/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-249-pitchtone/