seeing my footsteps in first snow of the season one more year lived Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Footsteps
The Battle of Life
jumping into right battefields declaring war on the whole world loud calls on destiny propel life ahead but give no escape from the struggle cornerstones hold for me Weekly Writing Prompt #119
Call of the Future
life demands action sirens cutting through forgotten years of life elapsed Colleen's Weekly Tanka Poetry Challenge #62
No-brainer
Too lazy to break the bottle and release the djinn? No wonder jellyfish have survived without brains. They do not create Frankensteins. (135 characters) Twittering Tale #62
Falling Apart
They had cut a cake on the same table, maybe a decade ago. Sandra had lost count of the years that passed by. Life was more about rowing in different directions, and coming back to a central zone of conflict. There was no escape, as they had to manage a terminally ill child they loved … Continue reading Falling Apart
Yarns of Caution
Nature is the highest benchmark for acceptance of change. Seasons just come and go, with a self assurance that their time will come again. How can I be sure that the same season comes back again? The dried leaves and disintegrated flowers will not come back to life. Where do the storms come from? There … Continue reading Yarns of Caution
Provocations
small provocations make tempers flare, all goodwill just evaporates Ronovan Writes
Belief makes it true
I was told reality is only a perspective, and I believed it. I had to move around the table, see the same object from different angles, and reconstruct a reality I considered comprehensive. bits and pieces from my experience colored the lenses I used So, I am only a character in the story – the … Continue reading Belief makes it true
Lost in time
This is the opposite of Erasure Poems (erasing words from a given para or stanza to create a poem). I have added words to all the titles given in the prompt. Shall we call it Patchwork Poetry? All that lies broken in the house of bones is the sound of pride and jagged pieces … Continue reading Lost in time
Evil Spirit
A landscape artist had done this arrangement for his parents, long ago. The birth of a grandchild or any happy occurrence in the family was celebrated in that space with confetti, cake and tiny glasses of wine. His mother believed that the fairies had visited. The door of the shelter was never opened. It was … Continue reading Evil Spirit
