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
She loved watching the sun dance on the table, as the rays filtered through the fine micro-angles in the crystal vase. She would change the texture and colors of the table cloth, just to watch the varied effects. The black cloth she used today, seemed to have added allure. However, the furrows on her aging … Continue reading Sharp edges
unbridled joy cradled in arms of nature I stop, startled by silent tears dripping from ever watchful sad eyes mourning mindless abuse Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge- Week 98
human libraries remain unnoticed as we focus on virtual books, sounds and images creators lost in shadows In other words, library at Patricia's Place
it was overlooked grand magic of moonlight I so missed the sun Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
it was in great haste we parted and regretted imagined endings Colleen's Weekly Tanka Poetry Challenge
“I saw the glove dancing in the air, and hovering over heads of people.” “What people? There is not a soul here at midnight, in this isolated metro station.” “Souls, perhaps yes…. they can see people.” “Who are you?” Photo Challenge #215
