Halloween’s the time
To go trick or treat
Here’s some wicked goodies
For a nasty little feast
Some tarantula proses
Hair-raising lines of eight
A dish of squirmish writing
Slithering into your head
Have some sinister wordplay
Soaked in bloodied gore
Or how about noir fiction
Suspended in grey terror
Pray, have some desserts too
Of skulls and bones haiku
Topped with a hint of witchery
Oh such a hideous brew!
Today was the first time
I hesitate
Deciding on the options
On my plate
My husband sighed, and my
Friends shook their heads
Never knew contemplating
Could keep me awake
I guess some sleep will
Make clear my fate
Tomorrow I shall follow my
Heart, not my head!
Take a deep breath
Make a cuppa brew
Go for a walk outside
To keep your head cool
Chillax, let it go
Ain’t worth the attention
At the end earthly trivias
Are of no consequence
If it’s something you have to do
That you can’t squirm from
Remember what doesn’t kill you
Makes you strong
Connivers, cheaters, bootlickers
And manipulators too
Are all not worth your heartache
So don’t give ’em a hoot
Focus instead on the
More important things in life
Like your family and real friends
That are truly worth your time.
The last stillness
Of the night broken
Lonely, the first bird
Chirps for her companions
Soon darkness will
Lift her velvet veil
To peek at his first lights
The morning sun.
I am not a big fan of bodies of water, preferring vast stretches of green meadows against bright blue skies instead. Yet this shot taken on an occasional evening stroll is actually quite lovely.
The lake quietly reflects the evening sun’s last rays with the muted brilliance of a pearl while the darkened greenery frames the horizon with its contrast. Yet what I love most is the beautiful hues in the sky, watched by the knowing boughs and sleepy leaves, where calm blue always melts into warm, fiery blinding orange, a last climatic bow before the day relinquishes itself to the night.
Today’s prompt came
Too difficult to relate
Spent the whole evening
Cracking my head
Wondering which habit
To put to the axe
Till I took out my phone
In my time of rest
Whatsapps, emails
And status updates too
They shouldn’t be checked
When family’s with you
(But when it comes to writing
That simply won’t do
Cuz it just wouldn’t stop
Not even in the loo!)
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I would say
Inquisitivity of thought
Creativity of mind
Resilience, faith and strength
Awareness of humanity
Kindness and respect
Was deliberating on whether I should attempt this one, then this short prose popped in!
Thoughts for writing
Writing for thoughts
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