peacock feathers strutresplendent in their glorycolor bursts through screams Written for Moonwashed Weekly Challenge
Peacocks
peacock feathers strutresplendent in their glorycolor bursts through screams Written for Moonwashed Weekly Challenge
I pray for uninterrupted vision, beyond the trees, mountains and tall buildings-a whole, unbroken view before the stars take over, and the scarred Moon mocks the Almighty Sun. The birds I feed every morning fly beyond reach as the day progresses. I hope they return with a message. When they tweet outside my window, I … Continue reading XXL helplessness
I envy the artist or filmmaker who fleshes out imagination, and presents it in two or three dimensions. Some people can relate to the characters. To all others, it’s as vague as the sky - an illusion to keep imagination engaged. The root of all disappointment in the world is that we derive comfort from … Continue reading Sky
I need to call my cousin, but she’s in a different time zone … better wait for an appropriate time when she is awake. Day and night move parallelly, but in different geographic locations. What does an equal duration signify? We walk through our lives, live out our scripts - in unison or opposition. Ultimately, … Continue reading Solstice
chlorophyll in leavestoting brightness of sunlightpromise energy https://ronovanwrites.com/2022/05/02/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-408-leaf-and-tote/
luminosity of early morning dew drops reflecting the sun makes me feel lost in shadows but I let them have the stage freshness is steeped in wisdom of dark nights https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/04/30/weekend-writing-prompt-257-luminous/
Bird songs are changing. The voice, pitch and content might all acquire new dimensions. Twitter has got a new owner. The birds outside my window chirp in their usual urgent tone, demanding food. I cater to their needs quickly. They give me hope. Silently, I bless the birds and pray they are not overpowered by … Continue reading Tweets and Blue Skies
Mountains are designed to be cold. They make me feel dwarfed and inconsequential. Then, I pity their immobility. I’m blessed with flexibility to move, change my position, escape from things I don’t like. Yet, mountains intimidate. They drop a rock here and there to demonstrate power. The uncertainty dwarfs my mindset again. I’d like to … Continue reading Cold mountain
Bombay does not have much of a winter. However, this year has been slightly different. We have foggy mornings, a nip in the air late evening, and occasionally, I see someone on a morning walk wearing a sweater. We welcome the lowered temperatures, as we don’t need air-conditioning. Fabrics like corduroy, velvet, tweed vie for … Continue reading Bombay winter
loud thunderunseasonal fearsurprised sun https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/01/11/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-256-colleens-specific-form-haiku/