Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
First day of spring
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
“They are on Barnard b. Look at the pictures he sent.” “They sent pictures from six light years away?” “That’s not much. Scientists say there is a possibility of life, because of geothermal vents.” “And your guys have even built houses there? I guess the first business to exist there would be real estate.” “Oh, … Continue reading Many more suns…..
“Why do you insist on immigration? This is the place we were born in, and belong to.” “The pot has got to be where the fire is, if anyone is hungry. It is the law of survival.” (175 characters) Twittering Tales #119
hanging illusions set the sky on fire -blues unaffected false ceilings cannot contain imagination -a poet dreams liquefied warmth colors the canvas -an artist recreates points of view create stories -the world consumes What do you see?
seconds, minutes, hours days, weeks and months fly calendars change fluttering pages create no magic staircases have no red carpets climbing as arduous it has always been. I’ll rise with the sun tomorrow and dream of magic – next year Tomorrow is just another day. (44 words) Quadrille #71
eccentricity dances - on breaking free from dark, inner demons lost in magnanimity of all hues of forgiveness Weekly Writing Prompt #176
squeezing into wormholes story-hunting peeling off layers to reach the core turning it around for right characterisation A passerby says Lol It’s only graffiti…. Yet, I emerge – enriched with the art and what I saw I know a little more than those who said Lol Reena's Exploration Challenge #69
Come with me, say the waves enticingly, but I know I’ll sink. The birds throw inviting glances when they rest on me, but I don’t wish to pull them down with my weight. The clouds flirt with everything they touch, and but refuse to own the damage they can inflict by bursting. The ships can … Continue reading Achingly immobile
“A fresh angle to the story has emerged, five years after Herbert Hadley was administered death penalty. It turns out that he was framed in false charges by his opponents.” Herbert’s son runs his fingers on the etched glass separating the balcony. “Dad, your deeds stand silhouetted against the light of truth. The black I … Continue reading Silhouetted in time
Half of Anna’s face disappeared from her portrait, when her grand-daughter Elsie was born. She is happy to be reborn amongst the people she loved. The little one spews wisdom as she learns to speak. It is almost as if there is a mission to be completed, and she knows the path to be followed. … Continue reading The Strange Portrait