Should this pen fail me, Should this papyrus crumble, I shall tarry not. My blue blood will on stone write. I'll sacrifice to earn light. ©Aweni Image credit: Google This Tanka poem is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week’s challenge are synonyms of GIVE and RECEIVE. … Continue reading A poet’s promise
Below, is a brief tale of how Norman found his own mind. It all happened on a sunny day in King's college. Twelve year old Norman was a bit sleepy. It was time for reading but his head kept nodding to sleep's music. No matter how hard he resisted. "Ha!", smiling with glee, was Mr … Continue reading How Norman found his mind
I met Fortune today. We had a long chat Wherein I discovered Fortune was keeping secrets. You see, Akin to an androgynous masquerade was Fortune dressed. When asked, Fortune declines to tell if it is female or male or a shade of both. It will not tell if it is rich or poor, If it … Continue reading Coy Fortune
When I wear my heart on my sleeve, I am daring you to crush or keep, A heart steeped in need & glee. Knowing it matters not to it, What your choice will be. Either way its win & win A crush will its glee kill. A keep, its needs meet. As far as … Continue reading I dare you
Today, it rained. I saw thunder and lightning dance in the heavens as earth became soft and yielding with the showers. I begged Smaerd to tell me of rain. He looked at me and said "tell me what you know." My mind quivered as I looked inwards into my own thoughts, for this was … Continue reading Rain
I muse about Life and Death, and it is revealed to me that they are two of a kind. Standing side by side. Touching, but not feeling, neither encroaching. They exist in harmony as they swirl in turns over the bridge of Time. Deep in the crevices of my mind, the knowledge that all souls … Continue reading Life and Death
Smaerd turns to me, "tell me about Cranes." I jumped right in, "ah, 'Story of the Cranes', do you know scholars deny it?" Smaerd looked at me, "no not that." I didn't ask, just jumped right in, again. "Oh, you mean, a thousand origami Cranes and how they make a wish come true!" Smaerd now exasperated, … Continue reading What do you know of Cranes?
It's behind closed eyes, My immortality rules, In sleep and in death. In between, I live though dead, Ceaselessly longing to fit. ©Aweni Image credit: Pezibear This post is in response to Colleen's weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week's challenge are synonyms of BELONG and DREAM.
She made love to his mind. This was no balderdash like phone sex. Apologies to aficionados. Theirs was dynamite and illuminating. But just a sandglass long. He knew it not as sin. Until he could look his wife not in the eye. ©Aweni Image credit: Deflyne
Smaerd takes me on a walk again today. We see a man and a woman sat as though meditating but they were not. They were deep in discussion. She says, “There is a God.” He says, “I disagree.” She asks why. He asks, “Where is God when a five-year-old child is raped? When the … Continue reading He says, she says