Dawn and Dusk

Image provided by Reena Saxena
Perpetual lunar and solar tag
One retreats
The other gives chase
Enchanting the sky

W3 Prompt #86: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Reena, prompts us to write a Naani.

“Naani is one of India’s most popular Telugu poems. Naani means an expression of one and all. It consists of 4 lines, consisting of 20 to 25 syllables. This form is not bound to a particular subject.”

Wet Ways

No shelter here
Really shouldn’t do this while I’m driving
By boat – maybe not. Time to turn around…
Where are the stairs?

Cee’s CWWC: Which ways on a cloudy or stormy day

Restless

Wanderlust
The road beckons
Pacing the floorboards
She yearns to roam
He is a homebody

Comfort zone
A day of leisure
Travel documentaries from sofa
He is content
She stifles the itch

W3 Prompt #85: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, ladysigh, prompts us to:

Compose two verses according to the following specifications:

  • “Opposites”:The first and last word of each stanza must be opposites of one another;
    • The two stanzas must use different opposites.
  • No restrictions on form, length, meter, or rhyme;
  • Thematic: Write about emotionsattitudes, and/or moods;

Hibernation

Winter solitude
From warm bed out chilled toes poke
Hibernation tempts

Naturalist Weekly Week 50: “The Bear Retreats To Its Den”

Mark’s prompt: “This week’s haiku invitation is to write a haiku or senryu referencing winter solitude or winter isolation.”

Boundless


With boundless energy
He darts around my legs
Urging me to give chase

With boundless enthusiasm
She tells me about her dreams
Barely pausing to take a breath

I can only smile with boundless love
As I look at their parents
In desperate need of boundless rest

Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Boundless

Wordless Wednesday – Colorful Trees


Hugh’s Views & News – Cool Christmas trees

Calm After the Storm

No point in buying a new calendar
As my cell phone serves me well
If only I would look

Calendar lacks January entries
The New Year with quiet start
Winter desolation

December offers very little rest
Done trimming the Christmas tree
Await barrage of kin

Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 12

Grand Prison

Image Credit: Jr Korpa @ Unsplash

Grandeur? Huh!
More like a prison…
Trapped I was
Enslaved in submissive domesticity
Giving until there was nothing left to give
Exploited and abused

Musty old house
I had hoped for a fresh start
Once the bodies were buried
But, open doors cannot illuminate the gloom
Scrubbed walls will not uncling the cobwebs
I have opened these doors for the last time
Grand doors that aided my captivity
This time I shall walk through unattended
Never to look back

Sadje’s What do you see # 216

Flowers Close-Up

Aster
Cosmos
Eucalyptus Bloom

For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD) and Midweek Madness Challenge (CMMC)Close Up or Macro

Open the Door

Behind a closed door…

One may find precious treasure

A rare opportunity

A lifelong friend

Answers to the universe


There is only one way to know.


Dan’s Thursday Doors.