As cold seeps through, Its icy hands permeating my soul, Turning the warm expanse glacial, The burnished fires lit around, They fail to thaw the frigid fervour, I shiver on wintry,frozen paths, Seeking solace, Cherishing a yearning ardour, A tender touch, To deliquesce the frozen feelings, Letting a gush of sanguine flow, No longer dreading… Continue reading As winter comes
I have written a Limerick on the the great thrill to shop and it's great therapeutic effect Many a time I go shopping When my emotions need a mopping, Buying something new, All pain I eschew A sublime ecstatic thrill popping. Via : https://wp.me/p1mNOd-1DF
Perhaps you yearn to be free, For the twinkle in your eye Was a gift from the star filled night sky, And when I saw you gazing heavenward, I realised that you long to be a part of what you are made of!
I walked on the grassy patch. I caught a whiff from a solitary white rose perched high amidst the foliage.Its subtle fragrance made me stop awhile to gaze at it.I wondered how it spread so much fragrance or why was it pristine white.I wondered how it stood unblemished and untarnished with all the dust and… Continue reading The white rose ( a haibun)
I have written a sequence of Lanturne. It is a verse of 5 lines shaped like a Japaneselantern with a syllabic pattern of 1/2/3/4/1. Light of Life hope'stinygrains gleam topaint rhapsodyrhythm Shapesof life'sdeep beauty-a euphonygleams shadesmerge inharmony-life's paletteone Via : https://wp.me/p4xNpg-cDp
Steps – Image by Jemima Pett Walking on the roads of life, Meandering through its mundane alleys, Transgressions aside, Myriad paths circambulate, To meet at the steps of time. I stand at the crossroads, For I know not which path to take, I sweep the panorama, Gaping at what has gone by, As flashes of… Continue reading #WritePhoto-Steps
Days of yore when less was so more, One television and few shows, A loud hue and cry and sharp rows, All sat down to have fun galore, Neighborhood bonhomie to fore, Images only white and black, But colours of life would bounce back, Television now smart ,men dumb, Profound joys of life have gone… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 58: (BLACK) in the C rhyme line.
Photo by Trent McDonald, photographer I have written a Garland Cinquain Fiery hope extinguished you stand at precipice staring into gorges around all dark. Inside hot inferno rages to consume all what was once full of vibrant life now dead. You walk along in fear in a tormented soul ripped fully apart at its core… Continue reading #TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 226 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
Image from http://Pixabay.com Walking through clouds( A Tanka) Alone I climb high leaden feet tremble to keave a misty silence-- diffuses azure frail cloud a haloed dawn awaits me Via Tanka Tuesday