gleaming bright colors
hued with the paints of sparkle
fireworks in the sky
~
fun festival times
a play of fire all around
the burning night skies
~
radiant ablaze
reflecting back the beauty
still river waters
~
the dusk approaches
warding off evil spirits
with glazing fireworks
~
across river bank
looking for the hanabi
come hoards of tourists
~
a boom and a bang
piercing silence of the dark
the lights of glory
*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 229.
shimmering fireflies
into the eyes of beloved
a passionate love
~
old stream of water
soldier returns home from war
black tears, fireflies gone
~
midnight moon shines bright
hotaru glows at distance
illumination
~
a mid-summer day
young boys trot towards river
waiting for the fire
~
waters set on fire
man gazing into his soul
a soundless twilight
~
splendor of fireflies
fairy tale coming to life
spectators gather
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 221
* Won’t be able to post for the next 8 days or so; going to miss the wonderful prompts.
“I apologize; I’m not capable of using such ornate words, Mademoiselle,” recited the French diplomat with a heavy accent.
“Never mind, Monsieur, it is alright even if you remain mum.”
The hostess continued the tour of the plush Victorian-villa for her guest.
“And this was the working lobby, where the soothsayers would fret all day, waiting for their lives to please Grandmother.”
“This is a photograph of that time,” she gestured towards an ancient snapshot, “You can imagine those men and women, some bare-chested, others wearing turbans, and yet others in even more bizarre clothing, looking into those globes or cards and some in the waters, supposedly brought from the holiest of rivers, gazing into the unfathomable layers of future.”
“Your ornate words are so ornate, Madame.”
“Would you like to know more?”
“U! Huh!”
And she continued to enunciate, as in the words of the gentleman, her ornate words.
.
* Written in response of VisDare 23: Ornate
she sat on the creek’s bank
waiting for
the time to come by
whence
she could open her hair braid,
put away those restraining ornaments
and
dissolve in the waters
and flow away
to meet her destiny,
to meet
her cay.
After writing this piece, I came up with an alternate version which is like this:-
she sat on the creek’s bank
waiting for
the time to come by
whence
she could reach out the distance,
immerse herself in the waters
and
dissolve away those fears
and fly away
to meet her destiny,
to find
her way.
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The fragrance of the pouring rain
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Running into deep waters
full of yellow green moss
drenching my hair
coating my skin
crying out loud within
staying there forever
away from the clean world
where I do not belong
becoming my reality
accepting my truth
be free in the end
there in that mess
surrounded by my destiny
finally being who I am
running into deep waters
I hope I can
hope I will one day
be in the deep waters
amid the yellow green moss
staying there
I hope I will
run into those deep waters.
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