Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 170, #ThemePrompt

This week's theme prompt by Sally Cronin is Night Sky. I have written an etheree. Sky anointed with a mystical hue, Haunted by its melancholic depths, A night dark and deep in the void, But embellished and adorned, The silvery beacon, Its luminous glow, Showing you way, In Darkness, All way, Home. Via: https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/03/24/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-170-themeprompt/

Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto

A Haibun The vast empty moorland extended into miles of lush greenery, virgin pristine forests. The rising rays of the sun warm pink seemed to blend into the misty moorlands,a melange of heavens and earth. The entire diaspora was in harmony. There was no one to disrupt the ecstatic peace. Lonely are lands now, Yet…

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #298 Bay&Play

Men now locked in homes, Dolphins play in bay's waters, Nature is restored. Via: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/03/23/haiku-poetry-prompt-bay-play/

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 21/2020

"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “welcome.” Use it any way you’d like." I have written a Shadorma on our life nowadays. Men in fear, A trail of anguish, Life locked up, A standstill, Nature welcomes the reprieve, It rejunevates. . Via: https://lindaghill.com/2020/03/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-21-2020/

A Prayer( a haibun)

We all await with a baited breath afraid and full of fear. Awaiting the apocalypse,it all seems to be happening somewhere far- fetched. It is more likely a movie of doomsday playing. We had read about plagues and epidemics in past times. It could not happen to us. We are the millennials,the natives of all…

Cobbled Clutter

Full of adamant edifices, They never let us go! We fall, We rise, Only to fall again. Traversing rough terrains, Clanging on the cobbled clutter, Life goes on.

Thursday photo prompt: Torrent #writephoto

I have written an etheree Rivulets of joy frolicked down the cliff, A prancing torrent on rough cobbles, The bubbling brook danced all the more, Creating a symphony, Resonating around, Flowing into green, Lush bright around, Rippled surge, Undammed, Gushed. Via: https://scvincent.com/2020/03/05/thursday-photo-prompt-torrent-writephoto/

Thursday Photo Prompt#Choice#writephoto

A Haibun I stood on the cliff watching the crystal clear waters of the brook dancing merrily down the slope. On the cold wintry morning,as the trees shivered,they carefully preserved their green leaves and looked morosely at the brown grass. The harsh winter had shorn it of its verdant splendor. They took solace from the…

Sunset ( a cinquain)

Looking at the the dying rays of the sun at the end of the day,I realised that beauty is temporary and fleeting. But it is the radiant sunrise next day that teaches us to persevere and relish its beauty once again. Cinquain Sun sets Rays Amber hued Golden Beauty fleeting It rises to shine more…

Thursday photo prompt: Entrance #writephoto

The dark stony cliffs were covered by a verdant expanse of foliage.The lush green sheath seem to curtail the harsh vigour emanating from rocky cliffs,soothing their angst with its tranquil fluorescence. At the base of the cliff was a narrow entrance.It seemed to lead to a subterranean passage leading to a tunnel that went deep…