Indira’s response to Xploration Challenge #221
Words without feelings
A body without a soul
Just blocks of letters
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #221
Robotic Writers Collection
A collection of stories written for Story Challenge in 99 words by Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch...
Crowning Spring #Haibun poetry
Crowning Spring ….by Jude Itakali
misunderstood snows
preserving not destroying
life’s unsung lover
The winter ice melts and these dark thoughts thaw.
Cold footsteps embrace emancipated earth.
We have waded knee-deep through time’s frozen paths
In days so long, and nights that seem to never end.
To find this place where crystals gleam in green rebirth-
The drip and drop of hope,
The trickle of new beginnings.
cold’s molten portends
nature’s prisms refract futures
on the cusp of Spring
Title:Russian Dancers
Artist:Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
These paths be lonely, these paths be watched.
The destination must fuel the journey
And yet to skulk to an end, is to taint end’s reward
To sour the sweetness of memory, and to blight the lessons learnt.
So dance the path to dreams, and sing your jig of hope
Sing that we may find you, dance like Russians old
Making memories, meeting…
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Past
I don’t know why people think the past is romantic. Why do they revel in reunions or visit historical monuments? The past wants a voice in the present, but forgets it has already lived its present. Now it needs to let others live out their present. The present peeks into the past, only to be … Continue reading Past
Hats
In response to Leave Your Hat On at dVerse Poetics A chosen hat presides over all those left behind -discarded emotions -buried animosity -speechless grief -rational thinking -numbing frustration -helplessness -suppressed laughter -unshed tears A chosen hat is just appropriate not the best its relevance changes with time No hat should see itself as the … Continue reading Hats
In a flash
This is in response to Eugi's Weekly Prompt - Faraway That faraway look holds the potential to reveal quite a lot. Looking left up, right up or downwards is an indicator of parts of memory being accessed, or new ones manufactured. It gives me a sense of power, short-lived. Who has ever stopped the train … Continue reading In a flash
A piece of scarce pie – one at a time
It’s election time. Freebies flow down the gutter. Every candidate offers something, and for once, the voters have a right to accept or reject. “Why did you pick up that scholarship, son?” “It will help my career, unlike the other things you’ll consume.” “The money is not enough to pay for the entire course.” “It … Continue reading A piece of scarce pie – one at a time
Wanderlust Tales
Wanderlust Tales ….by Radhika
Away from the mediocrity of life
the call of nature tugs my nomadic heart
to tread the lonely path, deep into the unblemished locales.
I escape from the ordinary,
letting the wings of freedom carry me into the wilderness.
Tall primeval trees stand on snow clad ground
whispering stories of silent loneliness.
In isolation of my sanctuary, feelings pour out,
the letters soak in the essence of nature’s hues
thaw those emotions on to the paper.
I script the trail of my journey, the wanderlust tales!
Blood Quill
The poetry form chosen is Blood Quill. Two stanzas of six lines each - Syllables 6-6-9-6-6-9 - Rhyme abcabc defdef a dance of merriment to please parched minds and soul seeking relief from scorched earth and sun -it's only a statement we are alive and whole -connected to share, we all are one strength revels … Continue reading Blood Quill
Risk of Living
Those were the days when life was a dream waiting to happen…. I wandered lonely as a cloud, and dreamt of lifelong friends, soul-stirring conversations, ever expanding networks and spheres of influence. Human beings survive on hope and imagination. Everything that is yet to happen is beautiful. It keeps us moving towards a goal post. … Continue reading Risk of Living
