Silent Whispers

Stars in skyOften whisper on slyTelling us silentlyWhat will come by,Dulcet decibelsrustle aroundBlowing winds of change,Ringing loud knellsof tempests to blow,AndINestled in my coccoonDeaf to all the ringing prophesy,Just flow with the Tide,Awaiting with baited breathe,To drown in stormy surf,Sinking to deep depths below,Never to rise

TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 265 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

Title: Russian DancersArtist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/459097 I have written a chōka dance in tapping trancedeathly silence all aroundwaltzing to Fate's rhythmtwirling away Pain's lashesdewy drops recallflaming fires from skies burningland to ashy dusthome and hearth loved now no morewhat they lost is gone for sure Via : https://wp.me/p4xNpg-cZb

TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 264, 3/8/22 #Create Your Own Syllabic Form

I have invented the form Qelegy.It is an elegy of sequence of quatrains.I have used rhyming scheme ABAB with 4,8,8,4 syllables in four lines of each stanza. An Elegy to Peace dark is the nightveiled in misty nebulous glowfaraway stars hide in sheer frightas canons blow fireball in skyroared with incendiary blaststo suck out life…

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 6th, 2022

Held hostage by a tiny virus,Mankind now war - weary,Hoping for redemption,Sooth - sayers auspication,All gone wrong,Anticipation of jubilation,Seems a far illusion. Via : https://lindaghill.com/2022/01/06/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-6th-2022/

Cobbled Clutter(a senryu)

weary soul trudges clanging on cobbled clutter of life's edifice

TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 255: #POET’SCHOICE (WITH A TWIST)

"It’s the first of the month and Word Crafters, choose their own poetry form about Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, and any festival or tradition celebrated during the month of December or something meaningful as we go into the dark days of winter." I have attempted a double Choka When Sun froze cold seeps through my…

Lost Love

When I saw roses pressedbetween the yellowed pages-Last vestiges of fathomless love,A passion so consumingthat even in its ruin,It makes lost souls reach for murmured hopesand wistful dreams.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 4, 2021

The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rev" As the cannons roared,Balls of fire revved up,Streaking the dark skies,Tainting my soil red.I wonder,Where the love went?I yearn for those days,When vernal bloom,Thawed the icy facades.When warmth seeped,Infusing life into cloistered cages.A playful gambol,A fragrant melody,It reverberated the land.And now!An eerie silence,A silence of…

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…