Someone offered a bouquet
Tender age,
tender heart
I was walking on the clouds
Surrounded by bubbles
soft and surreal, and magical
Exuberant was the life
I forgot that bubbles will burst.
Clouds may evaporate
The hand that offered flowers
May leave me in the lurch.
The experience was exhilarating.
I can die for it again and again
This image is of cherry blossoms blooming in Spring. Beautiful little lilac buds on tree branches.
Cherry blooms blooming,
Without seeking attention,
Adorning branches.
Silent Songs of Blooms
Am eager to understand
Language of silence.
PROMPT #433
We have an image prompt this week.
Under the tremendous pressure of deadlines
I sit and watch time fly by
The calendar merely shows
How many days have passed
Watermarks keep reminding
You have crossed the deadline
I acquire yet another badge of failure
To be tormented by guilt.
To whom should I complain?
After all,
This pressure is something I chose myself.
Or perhaps I prefer living under pressure,
For
If I were to finish everything on time,
How would I bear the loneliness of the remaining time?
Documentation
Humans have been recording history since time immemorial—documenting every detail of days, dates, times, and eras. They write down what happened, when and how it occurred, and what the consequences were. What was the outcome of every human action, and for what purpose? Was it merely to preserve facts, or in the hope that in times of trouble, one would turn to history and learn a lesson from it?
Yet, it seems to me that humans read history for entertainment and then forget it. History is the last place they will look to seek a lesson. And as the famous saying goes, those who do not remember history are bound to repeat it.
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”, George Santayana.
For this week’s W3 challenge, you are invited to use a nursery rhyme as inspiration for an original poem. Your poem does not need to rhyme, and it may be written in any form you choose, but please try to keep it to no more than 24 lines.
Whimsical World Of...
Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
Seeing this scene, the little dog did croon:
"What a funny game this is!
Let's all play and sing, no one should miss!"
He sent the cow a flying kiss.
The cow smiled and jumped again,
The dog laughed hard and sang again,
The cat played her fiddle with bliss.
They all joined together for this:
" Oh, the animal and kids' kingdom
so pure, so bliss, so full of fun
Join it or, away you run"
Oh! It's so incredible!"
"Hey, diddle, diddle,
This is not a riddle,
What a night, what a scene,
What a blissful moon!"
When the world was swooning over this tune
The dish ran away with the spoon.
Hot Cross Buns
On his tricycle
The vendor comes shouting
'Hot-cross buns!Hot-cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross buns!'
They smell divine and are fresh as dew
Sometimes I buy one and sometimes a few
My pet greets him with a soft woof-woof
Though sometimes he prefers to pretend to be aloof
Especially when the vendor didn't bring eggs
He shows irritation by jumping on his hind legs
Scared, Wandor runs to his van
My pet follows him with its tail wagging like a fan
This game gives them both a lot of fun
Vendor pleases him, with a hot cross bun
My pet waits daily for the vendor's call
'Hot-cross buns!Hot-cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross buns!'
May your heart
Dwell in harmony with every soul.
May your heart
Be filled with friendship, compassion, and gratitude.
Only then will your face
shimmers with an inner glow—
just as the ocean shimmers with the light of the sun,
I don’t miss who I once was.
I like my present version of me better.
I love my confidence, silence and solitude.
I have come a long way, not to look back and regret.
You say you have changed a lot.
Obviously, everyone likes an obedient, loyal and honest person who will dance to their tunes.
I’m still a loving, loyal and honest person, but for me too.
Don’t you like me?
That’s your problem.
Reena gives us a sentence this week to act as a thought-starter.
“A thought brushed my palm, then scattered like a startled bird.”
Transient Ideation
I hope you all know how the mind plays tricks when you are desperate to write a valuable piece.
No thoughts ever come when I am sitting formally at my desk, posing like a writer.
Instead, inspiration kindly prefers to visit at the oddest hours, when my hands are busy with the daily rhythm of life, mostly while I am cooking or smoothing out the wrinkles of clothes with the warm iron, or worse, when I am in the washroom.
In those quiet moments, when a pen and paper are nowhere to be found, a brilliant idea will suddenly brush my palm.
The moment I try to close my palm to cage it, it scatters away like a startled bird, and the sky is empty.
The idea simply vanishes, leaving me staring dumbly at a blank paper for hours.
On a few occasions, as soon as an idea tickled me, I ran to write it down, only to end up with a burnt supper or a burned shirt.
Enchanting Scabious
Ruffeld lavender petals
On slender green stems
Swaying in the summer breeze
Along a shady woodland path
For this week’s W3 challenge, writers are invited to combine one Western poetic form with one Japanese poetic form.
I have choosen Limerick + Kyōka
Limerick is a light-hearted five-line verse with the rhyme scheme AABBA.
Kyōka is a playful Japanese verse form with the syllabic structure 5, 7, 5, 7, 7.
Limerick + Kyoka
What A Jog!
Pitiable Jog
Limerick
Once at the seaside, I went for a jog
Nothing visible due to heavy fog
I stumbled
And tumbled
and rolled all the way to fall in a bog
Kyoka
Body soaked in mud,
Hawks laugh from up above,
Pitiable jog.
Now, how will I go back home?
Hope the walkers don’t mind smell.
(Haiku)
Waves came and washed me
Cleaned and caressed, and murmured
‘Forget silly fall’
Pride Over Pettiness
Everyone saw the poor lady lurch,
She lost balance in front of the church.
They laughed, and they mocked,
In hot sweat she soaked,
Left all alone with no one to search
Dusting off her dress,
She walks past the laughing crowd,
Head held high and proud.
escalators
If only these escalators had arrived a little sooner—
Back when I was a bit younger.
Climbing up and down stairs—at the office, at home, in shops, and in the market—my knees have worn out.
Had this convenience been available earlier,
how much easier this daily hustle and bustle would have been.
And…
I wouldn’t have had to wear a fake smile just to hide my pain.
Rising from the sea,
Merging back into the sea is,
The play of nature
Pebbles’ silent tales
Waves, jubliant spectators,
’cause they wrote it all
Meek looking water
Stealthily turn hard rocks
to sand, over time
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Soft Words, wild heart
Light shall shine out of darkness!
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Justice, Channeling,Spiritual,Astrology,Truth- Seeker.
Soft Words, wild heart
Light shall shine out of darkness!
The Written, Visual & Audio Art of M. Snyder
start to art.
Write the vision; make in plain
Poetry from my pen
Motivate, uplift and inspire
Nolcha the Poet
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
A gorillas existential crisis
all the rules of free form
Smile! You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever
hai performance poetry and short fiction
Sweat, toil, and crofting — poetry with muck on its boots.
This blog is for my insights on life, the Bible, hiking adventures with my grandson and whatever is important to me
Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."
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