I need no tools

A pen and notepad is all I need
sometimes a keyboard also suffices
on desperate days a device (handheld) will do
if all fail, repetition under breath, mind advices!

I need no workshop nor any tools
words can chisel, cleave or contour all that I contemplate
hewing with feather light touch and finesse
to convey what my mind and heart want to relate.

Written for Sadje’s wdys.

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Comments are smiles (OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 20

Prompt: What this community means to you.

Form: Blitz

A random like
A heartfelt comment
Comments I leave
Comments I get
Get me going
Get me pumped
Pumped to write
Pumped to dare
Dare to try
Dare to create
Create dreams
Create verses
Verses from heart
Verses to share
Share my life
Share with strangers
Strangers are kind
Strangers become friends
Friends who cheer
Friends like family
Family from afar
Family that supports
Support and encourage
Support and inspire
Inspire to write best
Inspire to be better
Better as a person
Better than blood ties
Ties that help bloom
Ties that motivate
Motivate to continue
Motivate to just be
Be kind
Be grateful
Grateful for kinship
Grateful for love
Love begets love
Love is  trust
Trust each other
Trust is nurtured
Nurture relationships
Nurture talent
Talent must be applauded
Talent is a gift
Gift of humanity
Gift a smile
Smiles this community
Smile is worthwhile
Worthwhile
Community.

Today is a good day to thank each and everyone of you for visiting, liking, commenting and cheering me on. A writer is nothing without her/his readers. I wouldn’t have grown as a writer without your encouragement. 🙏🏼❤️

Off the block

(From shutterstock)

Words, words, words! However much I write about them, there is always more to write.
They gush forth like a river in spate, giving me no pause to stem their flow. They gurgle happily like an infant asking to be mollycoddled. They are like an earworm refusing to be quietened. They fall over each other clamouring to be captured and meet the eye of the reader.


It is often the paucity of time that puts breaks on their ride. Some wither away, some die with exhaustion and some go in hibernation refusing to be cajoled to grace the pages. Only the hardy ones survive to tell their tale.

Perhaps it is my pact with them that I will give voice to them without being judgemental which keeps them from deserting me.

Raindrops keep falling
a backdrop to my musings
constant thrum of words.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host Frank says: Feeling a little blocked? Vent about it! Have a story to tell about a recent writer’s block? Go for it? Never had writer’s block? Tell us your secret! However you approach it, write your haibun that alludes to this perennial frustration of writers.