The lonesome heart pines
lost in the barren landscape
stoic demeanor
Scorching cloudless sky
survives the parched desert heat
resilient soul
Spiked outer armor
smiles through the blistered needles
a vibrant blossom
The lonesome heart pines
lost in the barren landscape
stoic demeanor
Scorching cloudless sky
survives the parched desert heat
resilient soul
Spiked outer armor
smiles through the blistered needles
a vibrant blossom
Lavender scents mist
ravels nature’s artistry
aesthetic canvas
Balmy demeanor
a graceful acknowledgement
complacent spirit
Vibrant confetti of leaves
ochre, brown and red
rustle an autumnal melody
twirl to the wispy breeze
revel under the harvest moon
spray a mist of spicy scents
delight the sensory emotions.
As Fall bids a final adieu
the fronds let go,
without any attachments
to their soul tree.
They sway in gay abandon
swirling and whirling in the finale,
before kissing the earthy bosom,
to be buried under winter’s white blanket.
The Sunday tea meeting was a ritual, the Hashimoro family carried out without fail. The elderly couple lived by themselves in their old ancestral home. Their son, daughter in law and both the grandchildren visited them from the city, which was about an hour’s drive from there.
Every Sunday no matter what, the family never failed to be present for this evening of bonding over tea. Life went on as usual until old Mr. Hashimoro passed away.
After his death, his wife continued to live alone in the house as she had many beautiful memories attached to the place.
The following Sunday evening, with a heavy heart Mrs. Hashimoro, set the table with five tea cups, looking sadly at the sixth one in the cupboard, missing her husband even more. She went into the kitchen to get some snacks to serve along with the tea. The plate of cookies dropped from her trembling hands as she came to the table. The sixth tea cup was on the table….
In response to Kat’s twittering tale # 93, to write a tale in 280 letters or less on the picture prompt given below.
When Sid heard of the magic phone which allowed one to speak to a dead person, he too joined the long queue of people, the only condition being, the phone rings when one touches it. Many tried in vain!
Sid picked up the ringing receiver with trembling hands.
“ Hello…..”
Letter count : 277
Twin haiku’s in response to Ronovan’s haiku challenge # 191
new moon sorcery
the spirits sneak out at night
occult alchemy!
a star studded night
sneak preview to the Oscars
the award goes to…..
Happy anniversary Colleen. Wishing you many more. It’s always a pleasure writing for your prompts!
Tanka:
Congratulations
time to celebrate a year
the festive spirit
haiku, tanka or haibun
poetry that brings us joy!
Haiku:
Resilient spirit
tough challenges accomplished
the heart swells with joy!
In response to Colleen’s poetry challenge #52 (Anniversary special) – Spirit & Joy