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.
Life bestows all its love on you, Give it a chance. Let the love bestowed bloom, Let it spread the fragrance around. Let it give you one chance, To bestow on others, The joys you have found.
Soulful tunes in the serene spring, Sweeping through soft whispering trees, Luscious notes echoed to appease, That make my heart merrily sing, As all dark worries take a wing. Redolent with love pure and sweet, An ambrosial rhythm did it tweet, Infusing into my deep core, Purging it of all its furore, So that happiness… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 43: (SPRING) in the A rhyme line.
"When everything is soft and pristine white,the snow carolers celebrate the light of love with notes that touch our soul." Via: https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/13/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan-the-13th-2021-snow-carolers/
Decibels of Joy, Unsung verses, A placid symphony, It is that time of year. A surreal white, A burnished cold, That warms your heart, Soothing the anguish, Subduing the rant, It makes you smile. You want to live it each time, For it is that time of year, When love pervades, Amidst jingles of joy,… Continue reading Jingles of Joy
This weeks theme is: “Holiday Traditions” New Beginnings (A Cinquain) Hope, A Serene calm, Sharing love all around Infusing cheer into tired souls, Recharged. Via: https://wp.me/p4xNpg-aYR
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 (A repost)
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): A Repost
Joys( A Gogyohka) Little joys unnamed Sprout in life’s tiny niches Blossoms of a rapturous hued hope Spread a fragrant cheer As sorrow is now tamed. Via : https://wp.me/p4xNpg-blt
You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time. Lives that you have brushed up against, Now live with an imprint of you, Firmly trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory not. You leave the steps in the sands of time, And you come… Continue reading Shadows