Welcome to Week 39! This week, I give you a poem, and you write a piece in any format based on that thought process. Go against the flow, if that is what you genuinely feel, and make your point. Eagerly await your unique response to the prompt. LAST WEEK’S ROUND UP LadyLee Manila at … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 39
The intense heat that we are being subjected to this year, takes me back to a childhood when we survived without air conditioning. Summer vacations were spent with our grandparents. I could spend hours in my grandfather’s library, with just a wall-mounted fan above the desk. Ice lollies were a treat we looked forward to, … Continue reading Summers of yore….
“The color of her blood was the least of my worries…” The color of her dress did matter. The world media would be following this event, and every little detail would be analysed. Last week, there was speculation about her wearing a recycled dress with button sewed on the sleeves. I couldn’t risk it again. It … Continue reading Not an easy job
He had been warned by his mother not to take this route. But the place was calm and quiet early in the morning, and he liked riding on his bicycle, on his way to buy milk and eggs for breakfast. The ‘women in cages’ were fast asleep, and there were just a few faces trying … Continue reading A warm breakfast
It was her first yacht party, and she was a tad nervous. Her boyfriend Sid claimed to have filthy rich friends, and promised her a wild night out on the sea. Seeing her discomfiture, Sid assured that she could leave whenever she wanted, and he’d call the boat to take her to the shore. The … Continue reading The boat that never arrived
The child-bride heard stories in hushed tones – of treasures ensconced between thick walls of the ‘haveli’, which was her marital home. She was told there was a curse on anyone who tried to extricate it – those who ventured died a premature death. She lost her husband. The child bride became a child widow. … Continue reading Family Secrets
simultaneous crescendo of many tones noise turns white strumming inner peace at last graveyard melodies to soothe In other words, noisy at Patricia's Place
filters in the sun just how I wish I could have warmth that does not burn Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
nude make-up on bare skin with colors close to nature charming smiles with glossy finish Pearl Weeklty Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge -Week 99
Tanka response to Connections by Renna Saxena
traveling alone
beaches, book stores, mountain streams
paradise is lost
what good is the starry night
and no one with whom to stare?
Paul Guernsey Player
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