She sneaks behind me,
walking my shadow along incensed path.
She kindles the fiery spirit encompassed in me.
People ask, “Do you see her much?”
She is before I am.
I am her. My nature she is…
She is me.
I embrace invisibility of air,
and cling to it, but falling down,
unsupported by vapours and gas,
smacking my chin, squashing in and
teeth of the lower jaw, rising high
and high, ploughing into the tongue,
to let the blood rivulets surge out,
to taint red the invisibility of air,
and flush it with sinful crimson
of my hurt, rendering it visible
to my eye, because a victim I’m
of nature’s treachery, of ennui
of the evanescent air, I now
wipe away the rest of it from
my kaput lips, my persistent
psyche has me close my eyes,
to see none of matter of mine,
embracing the air in gratuity,
clung to our likeness, after
donning in me that invisibility
For dVerse Poetics. It will take me a while to visit you but I would find my way to your writing space and dwell in your words for sometime.
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tracing torn path of life,
I tickle tired fingers of words,
engrave pictures on my dead skin,
a glow then comes upon the sky,
spread over by dusk,
tending to me with a smile,
still some clouds lift to
give the last glimpse, of the sun,
so I can hear the voice of her flame
The poem comes into being by the rearrangement and slight editing of some of my tweets today. The “sixwords” and micro poetry tweets used are:
tracing the torn path of life #sixwords
hear the voice of candle’s flame #sixwords
only a glimpse of her smile #sixwords
tickling tired fingers of my words #sixwords
the sky had glowed all of a sudden,
even though the dusk was growing,
some clouds had lifted to
give the last glimpse of the sun #micropoetry
Be a part of my disjointed journey through twitter. You can find me at HowAnxious.
I am going to link it up with dVerse OLN and Friday Flash 55.
the face of nature
blend of green, blue and crimson
through the miracles it hides
within a bag oozing life
into the eyes of a child
dark ink painted
on sun’s canvas
sun begins its descent
into the land
resting on the child’s hand
sun disappears soon
* For Carpe Diem # 303.
the loud barking dogs
a hazy moon shines above
ever wagging tails
raucous hooting of the owls
a hazy moon smiles
There were no entries for this prompt, which I posted last week. Instead of devising a new prompt, I would like to republish it in hopes that some one would get inspired by the photograph and write something, submitting it to the linking widget.
And if there would be no entries, I would be shutting down the prompt because it has no meaning without the participants. Have a good day!
I have taken permission from a fellow photography blogger who pictures the beautiful land of Arkansas. His blog is named, guess what, under the skies of Arkansas. Please give him a visit; I promise you would be enraptured by his amazing skills.
I had asked him to use a photograph named Flowers and Cattle for this week’s visual prompt and he allowed me to do so. So here is the photograph:
1. You have to write a poem or a short story, inspired from this photograph.
2. Please do include the photograph in your post, crediting it correctly by linking back to the photographer’s website.
3. Submit your link to the linking widget below. You can submit multiple links if you want.
4. Please try to visit the submissions of other participants. And let other bloggers know about the prompt, so that they can also participate.
Have a good time, flexing your creative muscles.