Immortal

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.  

Mind sex

  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

He says, she says

  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

Before a fall, sycophants rule

They uttered all the words he wanted to hear. Excitement tore at him from within. The big rush of adrenaline he felt Propelled him onto clouds Dark with his pride. Upon them he stood, Until they fell as shame. What a rude awakening he had, When his body struck the ground. Ouch! They weren't in … Continue reading Before a fall, sycophants rule

How Mel got her own back.

Smacking his broad gold lips, Donald did not see the malevolent look Mel gave him. She made those babies. They should be hers for the eating, not Donald's. Dolefully, she plotted with the others. They shared her sentiments. When a golden haired girl not more than six walked in with her mother screaming excitedly, "Goldfish! … Continue reading How Mel got her own back.

Sightful

    What do you see from your window? "Jack Frost came again," she said with glee. She saw the ice on the grass and on the street. The icicles hang from the branches on the tree. The kids came out with their skates, glad to be free. Tiny squirrels scamper in and out the … Continue reading Sightful

Spelled

  For a nymph, I fell. Enamoured with her I am. With glee, I am spelled.        Chains cast in steel lift my heart.  Happy as a lark, I am. ©Aweni Image credit: elicesp This post is in response to Colleen's weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week's challenge are … Continue reading Spelled

Passion

Found it here, dear Lord! That which waketh my slumber And thrills all season. ©Aweni Haiku inspired by Vivian Zems's threos of passion Image credit: Free-photos

Her Secret

"Ye shall cross paths With a man of greatness He shall be your succour, Your comfort, lover, And your friend. His name shall start with the letter in my cup." She looked in the cup and saw an 'M'. Patiently she waited. She gave preference to Mark, Miles and Michael. She met no such man … Continue reading Her Secret

The prison I love

  Oh, how I love her fingers seeking me out Beneath the counterpane. With one touch, I become her prisoner. Her arms, my jail bars. My favourite place after a day's toil.     ©Aweni Image credit: minden.jp