Love and life not always synonymous yet why does one always think life is love
Life a gift not promised often unfair but one can’t tell her, “go just get lost life”!
Written for David’s W3 (where the POW D Avery has asked us to write tetractys) and for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt.
Wishing Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate and to the rest, a happy Sunday! My home is all topsy-turvy due to the renovation work going on. I will be unable to blog for a couple of week, so wishing you all the very best for 2023. Warm hugs to all braving storms and freakish cold weather. Stay warm, stay safe.
The sea serenades sweetly from dusk to dawn changing colours following the footsteps of a radiant sun and luminous moon. I am drawn to the portal promising a life of adventure the ebb and the flow, the waves calling calling to be conquered, to be won a quest that ignites a fire in my chest I taste its sweet brackishness in my dreams
and yet… my heart sings soulfully a homely tune mooring my wandering, restless thoughts my arms ache for warm embraces, my eyes tear up for beloved faces my steps turn homeward of their own volition the truth of my existence lightens my being some questions have no answers and some answers are not worth seeking.
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, has asked us to try our hand at Zen poetry.
A closer dark encircles me I find it harder to shake it off the achromatic pewter dusk-dawn-sky deepens to a coal blackness
regrets-strewn night descends icily I singe my fingers as I reach out to the moon all I wanted was a sip of cold winter to damp down despair with numbing coldness
as the night begins to wear down touched by the gentle golden fingers of the sun the hedgerows birds suddenly begin to sing I sit shivering and stuporous, with my sullen loneliness
Light alights on my sagging shoulders lightening the burden of fears I carry making light of the quilt of pain around me and I shed my weariness.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, has asked us to write about light.
Friends, fellow bloggers and Daily Prompt followers Lend me your eyes. I have come to bury the Daily Post, not to praise it. The evilest thing anyone could do is to kill it I don’t want the good it did to be interred with its bones; So let it be with Daily Post. The noble people Hath told you Daily Prompt was not possible: If it is so, it is a grievous fault And grievously hath Daily Post answered it. Here, under the leave of WordPress and the rest, For WordPress is an honourable platform; So are all, all honourable platforms Come I to write about the Daily Post’s funeral. Daily Post was a friend, faithful and just to me But WordPress says it had become redundant And WordPress is an honourable platform. It had brought many like-minded under one umbrella Whose beautiful writings did the coffers fill Did this in Daily Post seem redundant? When any new blogger joined, Daily Post rejoiced, Redundancy should be justified. Yet WordPress says Daily Post is redundant And WordPress is an honourable platform. It is useless to think that in retrospect They will rethink this decision. I write not to question what WordPress thinks But I write here what other bloggers have to say We all did love the Daily Prompt not without a cause And are here to mourn for it O! judgement thou hast fled to better climes And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is with the Daily Post And I must pause till it comes back to me.
If you had started blogging before 31st May 2018, then you must have surely come across the daily prompts by the Daily Post on WordPress. Many of us tried to fill that void (Ragtag community, Fandango and Word of the day challenge, to name a few) but it was an umbrella platform for all new and old bloggers.
Written for David’s W3, where POW Britta has asked us to
Write a poem, any length, any style;
The title of your poem must be a date, including day, month and year;
Your date can be in the past, the future, or, simply the date on which you are composing your poem;
1. At the promise of spring the schooner is finally set to sail ’tis better not to kvetch
2. Soul sisters share stories at night doing mother’s will Winning battles our way
3. With me, you better tread with caution as passion often incites treason bubbling and frothing to putrid death
4. I do have a yen for the luxury of anonymity with appreciation, this heart does beam keeping me warm and safe
5. As life transits towards the end it makes my staid life a mural of flavours and in my dreams the lullaby carries me home.
The first four stanzas were put together for the MTB at dVerse last week. Both Jane and Merril mentioned that it would be a cadralor if I added one more stanza. So I went back to my poems and picked three more end lines. Is it a cadralor now, do tell!
I tell a winter’s tale of a much awaited long December and a longer January I dream of the biting, moaning wind ice cold and stiff feet-hands, blush pink nose.
When lazy, silvery ponderous puffs pervade and heavy, grey, lumbering smoke collides with them a hazy shade of winter are days but I’ve got my love to keep me warm!
Since exquisite, feathery flakes do elude me I leave no soggy, muddy footprints in the snow I cannot sing of cold weather blues ‘my love is winter’ is my anthem!
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Lillian, has shared a list of winter songs and asked us to use atleast two in our verse. The songs are listed below.
A Hazy Shade of Winter (Simon and Garfunkel) A Long December (Counting Crows) A Winter’s Tale (Queen — and also The Moody Blues) Cold Weather Blues (Muddy Waters) Footprints in the Snow (Bill Monroe) If We Make It Through December (Merle Haggard) I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (Billie Holiday) Let It Go (Idina Menzel) Love Like Winter (AFI) My Love Is Winter (The Smashing Pumpkins Oceania) Roses from Snow (Emmylou Harris) The Hounds of Winter (Sting) Trapped Under Ice (Metallica) When It’s Cold, I’d Like to Die (Moby) Winter Things (Ariana Grande) White Winter Hymnal (Fleet Foxes)
I have used words from Jane’s random word generator.
Also written for Eugi’s moonwashed musings weekly prompt.
An ocean of differences stretches between us; turbulent and choppy, distressingly calm by turns heavy clouds of mistrust hover on the horizon unexpected breeze of peace provides a break understanding floods my being I start building a bridge to reach out pessimism dispelled, equanimity reigns
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