Stairway to Heaven: A 100 Word Story

“And she is buying a stairway to heaven…,” he was lost in the song, croaking his drowsy voice along with the track, which he thought, precisely matched with that of the singer.

“Shut up bud. Sing to yourself. I am here trying to study and your cacophony is bugging me.”

He gave him a dirty look and continued his cackling.

“Seriously, I gifted you the CD so that you could listen to it and be dazzled by the brilliance of the track, not ruin it up.”

“It is Led Zeppelin. What do you reckon? I dance over it. Let me sing.”

Copyright – David Stewart

*Written in response of Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

*And here is the song for those who love it and for those who have never heard it-

*And my e-book (poetry collection) is available free of cost, download it from this link.

Cicadas Haiku

with prominent eyes

cicada hums a love song

debut performance

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wears a bow of love

aiming for suitable mate

drums beat in stomach

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a resurrection

its time to born once again

mother earth tears up

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limbs sweat profusely

heat seeps into the body

hear cicadas’ sing

* The third haiku is based on the fact that some cicadas can lay dormant for as long as 17 years in the womb of the mother earth and one day comes when they come out again in their usual demeanor, which has become a symbol of resurrection.

* It was difficult for me to write haiku about an insect I haven’t got to see and listen to much. I have just faint memories of listening to the singing insects; so can’t be sure whether they were cicadas or not.  Written in response of Carpe Diem # 232.

Taue (Rice Planting) Haiku

reflecting shadows

puddles of water on fields

workers in sedge hats

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fields filled with water

men descends to place seedlings

gilded performers

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women in kasa

traditional performance

the paddies planted

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bow down in prayer

planting the mother earth’s womb

promising fine crops

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young girls singing songs

hoping for a good harvest

time for festival

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aura of dances

enhanced crop’s vitality

melodies in air

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 220