I
am
losing
hope – why don’t
you enter my dreams
and make life worth living once more
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 38
I
am
losing
hope – why don’t
you enter my dreams
and make life worth living once more
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 38
The thieves took everything except the dog. The dog was beyond their reach anyway, and his value beyond their comprehension. It was not just about his love and devotion towards the master. The dog was the owner of all his master’s business and properties through a trust. His master had tried to ensure before his … Continue reading A dog’s life
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Good evening fellow scribblers and welcome to tonight’s MTB session.
Contrapuntal music is composed of multiple melodies that are relatively independent that are sounded together. In the poetic world, contrapuntal poems are poems that intertwine two (or more) separate poems into a single composition.
Tonight we are going contrapuntal.
Here is a beautiful example with explanatory notes from the poet.
Aubade Ending with the Death of a Mosquito by Tarfia Faizullah
—at Apollo Hospital, Dhaka
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I will not let you spread your tentacles to catch them young take away all that is fair and nice rebrand ethics remnants of pride broken and put together in desired shapes blossoming buds to be injected with synthetic fragrance to create new adaptable versions to fight your battles a new me not knowing what … Continue reading Parallel Threads
Welcome to Week 38! It is a collage this week. Writers will connect to it easily. So, let the fingers align to imagination, and bang on the keyboard. The format can be a a story/poem/rant/anecdotes/journalistic coverage of events/ reflections as usual. Pour out, and let it flow …. LAST WEEK’S ROUND UP Eugenia at … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 38
The path was strewn with fossils of dead animals and maybe, humans who tried to reach the pinnacle. He felt his stomach churning, but the pinnacle looked different each time. A few turrets had been added, which were evidence of people having reached there. They were symbols of achievement, the targets set for travellers on … Continue reading Products
Libraries beat the hell out of me. There is so much that I don’t know yet, and so little of time to live. paeans sung to high tomes of words language fails need another medium for smooth, painless absorption On another note, am I obliged to add my two bits to the fountain of wisdom … Continue reading Irony
I have picked up 3 poetry formats, which I frequently use and flipped them over. REVERSE TANKA (7,7,5,7,5) did you ever think you would bow to me in full spirit? Our worlds flipped over strangers facing each other role reversal hits REVERSE SHADORMA (5,7,3,3,5,3,3) I have added an extra line of 3 syllables here … Continue reading Flippant Formats
Ever since somebody told her she was rigid, she made an extra effort to be flexible. Working hours for her employees, interiors of her living quarters, parenting style were all tailored to flexi-perfection. “You know what, Tia, I’m unable to breathe in open air, and want to know if it a rare kind of disease … Continue reading Confession
I choose to beat a hasty retreat, before I get entangled in the twists and turns. It is all cool, interesting and attention-grabbing. But your Yes is laced with too many terms and conditions. Three Line Tales, Week 121