Here are 2 places I am gonna haunt for prompts and reading :
Poem a day
And of course am gonna write too
SO here we go :
Each week, you return to me
with no new words or messages,
each week I welcome still
with open arms,smiling
at the god’s gift
even for time being.
I tell my fears and secrets
to you alone and spaces
that your kisses leave
between my curses
to you,myself and living,
struggling to be free
of either you or the habit
to need, regularly.
Written for PAD#1 : To write a communication Poem
source : imgfave.com
Words, feelings and pauses,
she knew her stance with him,
she saw not where his lines were
but she did fit her cursive style well.
The spaces felt redundant often,
fingers wrote what ink failed,
envelop of hugs carried letters
of dreams shared never before.
Not like the detailed paintings
they created in the past – but
overlapping lines of modern art,
they merged in colors and tones
whispered in the clear cuts
and slept within the blurred
boundaries.the painting had a life.
She picked her stuff like colors – yellow bell peppers , green beans , cottage cheese , ripe tomatoes , onions , and lot of spices. He watched her with a curious look.
Finally he dared to ask , “Darling, are you cooking tonight ?”
“Not today. But very soon I will.”
“Then this shopping ?”
“My cooking classes begin tomorrow.” she proudly declared.
Prompted by vivekisms to write a 55 word story on “At the Grocer’s”
Desires blurred him
desperation made her fade
he – she – them – one soul
Written for Haiku Heights and also for The Haiku Challenge 2012 – Day 11 – February 11th – Theme: Paint the Image
Inspirational Image by: Narayana Nethralaya
not the first time like she thought;
nor the last time like he assumed;
and talked of impressions and feelings;
without saying a word.
Image prompt @ Sunday Picture Press