Who takes notice of roots spreading beneath ground level helping each other, other than the trees or plants they support. We call those tiny ones weeds, but who created them to feed off the biggies? Who manages the rains? It creates havoc if it exceeds or falls below expectations. It holds many steamy secrets in … Continue reading ELEMENTS
Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 25 August 2018 Trois-par-Huit The Trois-par-Huit was created by Lorraine M. Kanter. Trois-par-Huit (Three-by-Eight or Octa-Tri for short), a poem containing three stanzas of 3, 3 and 2 lines OR 3, 2 and 3 lines: 8 lines total with a syllable count of 3, 6, 9, 12, 12, 9, 6, 3. … Continue reading Liberation
It is the same Sun. It gets caught between a tree, or between the metallic extensions of modern construction. I like to imagine that it feels suffocated. But it moves away, smiling with optimism. There is always another day to face. I realize that I have been gripped by claustrophobia, and I projected the same … Continue reading The same Sun
barely dressed branches exposed in unseasonal clothes await foggy mist Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
steps measure unquenched thirst for things afar the water to hydrate men on missions see their view point to reduce distance reverse count boosts courage magic acts #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 110
Change Challenge - Do it without Rebellion that one nut nobody could crack is a seed for future gardens of thought –Inn ovation break mouldy patterns into pie- ces - Create Ronovan Writes
hollowness of empty pockets dressed to kill explorers blocking entry to the truth hazy backdrops help Photo Challenge #227 at MLMM
I am thrown into a frenzy with nature prompts for haikus and haibuns, owing to a shameful disconnect with nature. The fact that I live in a tropical climate (where seasonal sensibilities are different) does not help much. This also reminds me of the natural disasters we have faced this year, due to heavy rainfall … Continue reading Crickets forgot to sing
dwindling vision blocks sight of seasonal change aki chikashi Haikai Challenge #47
“Well… you are different” is an oft-repeated phrase I have heard since childhood. I did not bother about the truth in the statement. But I did think what was ‘different’ that was visible to them, but not me. And what did I read in those statements? Ridicule I do not belong. And all those … Continue reading Agony of being Me
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