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Ghosts

Day 3
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Ghosts no longer live

In haunted houses

And peepal trees

No, they no longer reside

In abandoned buildings

And eerie streets

Ghosts now live within me

In a memory

A nightmare in my sleep

And how dire it is

To be haunted at night

By someone

Who’s still alive


 

In response to Writing 101: Poetry

Day 3: Sleep

For Day 3, Rohit Pandey (aka R ‘I’ P) offers us a prompt on a theme we all care about: Sleep.

Sleep: a world where our thoughts rule.

A place where reality is overshadowed by dreams. A time when we transport our soul from the real world to the virtual. For some, the hours we spend asleep, alone and in peace, are the best of the entire day; for others, whether haunted by nightmares or unable to fall asleep in the first place, not so much.

It’s time to think deeply about sleep. Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form. (I hope this prompt doesn’t make an insomniac out of you!)

 

A playful veil

Day 2
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I stared at the girl in a little black dress

She stood looking youthful and classy

I recognized her and her bright auburn hair

Those red-tinted lips speaks of fierce

Her eyes fixed on mine and then I realized

She was not a stranger, she was me

From rags to riches, grief to bliss

She made through it all, she should be happy

But her smile is a shroud

To the depths of her misery

To the pits of agony,

A playful veil

For she may have gained the rest of the world

But in meaning and purpose, she failed.


In response to Writing 101: Poetry

Day 2: Reflections

Prompt 2 is a courtesy of Melinda Kucsera.

On water, in puddles, in glass, in mirrors – reflections can clarify, blur reality, or fracture it altogether. They can serve up surreal images or a perspective that’s unexpected. Whether it’s street light-reflected raindrops or the sky distorted in a half-melted patch of ice, reflections are nature’s funhouse mirrors.

Reflections are not limited to non-living objects. Our bodies reflect our internal health and our clothes reflect our lifestyle. We also reflect internally upon our world, our physical state, or on ideas bouncing around inside our skulls.

Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself.

Magic Tricks

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When I think of magic, I think of your tricks

And the deck of cards in your pocket

How you came to me and asked for my name

Showing me an old trick, you were classic

“Pick a card, any card, any card at all”

That’s what you said and I did as told

Little did I know, I’ll be your Queen of Hearts

When I picked the Ace of Diamond

But like all tricks, yours was a ploy

A joke. A prank. A caper

For I never saw what was under your sleeves

Until you broke me to pieces

52 cards, 52 weeks—

That’s a year if you were counting

When you turned that diamond into a ring

You were Jack of all trades, I should have seen.

 


 

In response to Writing 101: Poetry

Day 1: Magic
The first prompt of the course is out, courtesy of @laduchessederat. It invites you to write a poem involving magic, whatever your take on the magical might be.

I wanted to write something light and jolly but, yeah, madness happens. I enjoyed this bitter piece though. 😉

Wake me

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Wake me
Let my skin radiate with your every single touch
That the stars shining above would shy away from my iridescence
And the moon—grand and dazzling— would smile at us
Make my thoughts run wild as I curl inside your arms
Dreaming, wishing, and hoping that forever it will be you and I
Let me fill my head with stories and memories of us
Wake me
Let my smile reach from ear to ear as I wake up by your side
Staring at those enticing deep brown eyes, breaking through my senses
I would love spending my every waking day with you
Let me greet the world with love, hope, full of faith and see the beauty
Even in very little things; make me believe that goodness still exist
Allow me to believe that I am strong, smart, and beautiful
And when I have risen from the ashes like a phoenix
And have danced round the fire like a moth
Let me thank you for waking me.
Thank you for waking
The beauty inside
Of me.


Written for Creative Talents Unleashed Inspiration Call.

MicroPoetry Phrase Challenge: WAKE ME

The phrase challenge allows the writer to flex their creative dexterity, and imagination skills by taking a group of two or more words, and building a poem/short story around it.

This poem/short story can be on any topic in any meter or line length, it can be in any form ( Sonnet,couplet.Free verse,Narrative) just as long as it contains the prompt phrase of the day.

Duality

 

 

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The world should not be
A quest of duality
Between black and white

Defining who’s right or wrong
Judging who’s good or bad


Written for RonovanWrites’ haiku prompt #73: Black & White

Carpe Diem

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Life as we know it
Is too short and fickle
Give it all you’ve got


Written for RonovanWrites’ haiku prompt #72: Live & Give

On taking chances

Written for Creative Talents Unleashed’s Inspiration Call.

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Too afraid to fall
She never did get a chance
To fly or to land


In life and love, we’ve all came to this point. How did you take the chance?

 

Lost Spirit

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I used to be a modern-day warrior
A brawler in life, my own knight and shinning armor
A deviant at heart and a pensive thinker
Proud of my craft, I’m a real big dreamer.

But what is this? Feels like I’m in a cage.
Living a mediocre life and not as a sage
This is neither me, nor my comfort zone
All my guts and ardor, where have I thrown?

I used to be playful and ardent
In things that I do and things that I’ve chosen
Now my soul is foiled and barren
This is tragic, when did this happen?

I yearn I could unearth my long gone spirit
The fire of my will to bring out my zenith
For at the end of my long-winding road waits
A genuine bliss for the things that I’ve made.


This is in response to The Daily Post prompt, The Great Pretender.

Are you full of confidence or have you ever suffered from Imposter Syndrome? Tell us all about it.

I’ve scribbled this poem on a note a year ago when I was feeling lost. I really missed writing that time and I’ve got a job that doesn’t require such thing. I know, how cruel could that be!? Anyway, I don’t think I suffered from Imposter Syndrome (thank heavens!) but I guess I could relate this to the time where my confidence sank to zero. It was awful.

But gladly, I got back on track and created this blog. So now, I’m a happy girl! Have a great day everyone. 😉

Bluer than blue

Day9

Ours was not a wintry weather
A rosebud wrapped in cold, white plague
Nor a walk on a frozen surface
A shiver under sheets of ice and sleet
No, it wasn’t a string of pretense
A game of bleak charade and deceit
We didn’t die in isolation either
Or froze in ennui and dismay

On a cold, white snow we were burning
On a cold, white snow we’re ablaze
Swathed in the warmth of the winter sun
It was a dance round a cold blazing flame
No, ours was not a wintry weather
It was a stride under cerulean skies
Amid the bleached trees and naked frames
Our fire glows, bluer than blue


Our Writing 201 has already come to an end. It was an immensely stimulating two weeks of excellently curated poetry workshop and it was such a pleasure meeting different people of brilliant minds. I’ll be definitely looking forward to our next course. Now, for a very late submission, here’s my take on our Day 9 task. 🙂

Prompt: Cold
Form: Concrete Poetry
Device: Anaphora

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