Resplendence, Year of the Steed

Hasten, you majestic ones
Of noble resplendence and wisdom
With your thundering hooves, pave
New paths to magnificence.

Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course

It was a mad rush
To complete all the tasks
Which I’d set out to do daily
With the same amount of time

Sudden hiccups and
Last-minute changes
They added to the stress
Such irritating nuisances

But then I’d gritted my teeth
Pushed my luck thru’ late nights
Just to get everything all done
So I can breathe again alright.

Daily Prompt: Your Days are Numbered

Well I was thinking of
Getting creative and all that
But it’s been so hectic all day
Mr Brain protested instead

So let’s see what
There is left to say
About this date today yesterday
The twenty-sixth

‘Twas spring-cleaning time
Around the whole house
Wipe, clean, pack, chuck
So the man cooked our meals, what luck!

The preps for the coming
Of the lunar new year
Is seriously no joke
Since the time is very near

I shall also take the chance
To announce the leave I’d take
Returning with the man to his hometown
For a while you won’t see me around

But once I get some connection
You can betcha last dime
I’d hit straight to the daily prompts
For some awesome writer time!

Daily Prompt: BYOB(ookworm)

I actually have the book in mind – and its draft – but no time to continue with it at the moment.

Well, maybe not the jacket blurb but part of the first bit… I hope. And soon. 😉

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Those early mornings.

When the sky’s attempt to hold on to those last still moments of darkness are thwarted by the first hesitant call of the earliest bird. When the cool air envelops you in a thick blanket of dark velvety blue, providing an immense sense of comfort and assurance, and you know you are safe as you sleep. When I stirred and grew aware of all those, and of the towel wrapped around my child torso to keep me warm through the night, and of the sounds of running water and occasional clinks of ceramic mugs from the kitchen, just outside the bedroom I shared with my grandparents, as Grandma started her first chore for the day.

Daily Prompt: Nice Is as Nice Does

What makes me feel good
Are little spontaneous acts
For strangers or loved ones
When they least expect
A quick smile, a timely hand
An unexpected word
of kindness and yet
Not taking away anything
In turn, except maybe
A collection of
Genuinely human
Warm reactions.

Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror

When I look in the
Mirror I see more lines
Though I feel much the same
As when I was twenty-five
More lines on my face
Etching life’s lessons learnt
But a wiser me I get
In return.

Daily Prompt: But No Cigar

The writer’s devil called
One day to invite
Me down for a chat
And an offer in sight

They asked me to present
All the things I’d writ
They liked my stuff
And wanted me in

They’d pay me a nice sal
But there was a price
For the name and the fame
The writer’s soul I’d sacrifice

Looking back on retrospect
It would’ve been nice
To have my name printed on cards
But nothing would be my right

I guess I was lucky
To have the chance to balk
Now my words are free
For my passions to a fault.