Rallentanda

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Friday, February 28, 2025

Friday Writings # 166..More Cinquains...Letters and Sounds

b kind
b a good bloke
stop b ing a bastard
it will b too late  then you'll b
buggered


b fun
b generous|
b brazenly brilliant
b a party bobby dazzler 
boogie


Wednesday, February 26, 2025

What's Going On...Dark Cinquains

dark times
a nightmare group
an axis of evil
colours the world in misery
wont stop

danger
they're here to stay
hunker down for a while
it's going to be rough  sailing
ahead

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Moonwashed Musings ,,,Weekly Prompt

purple
is a colour 
worn by dignitaries
ancient kings used to wear it some
still do



sign of
authority
bishops and archbishops
wear it during lent and easter
purple







TANKA TUESDAY .... A TAIGA and A TANKA POEM....Challenge 1

When is a taiga not a taiga....when it is a tanka :)

TAIGA

eyes burning brightly
in the forest of the night
a sky without moon
youth's a season made for joy
it does not last for ever





TANKA 

black and white drawing
a photo found on her blog
caught the artist's eye
he signed his name on her neck
must be an italian thing


FANDANGO'S STORY STARTER # 189

The old photographs made her conscious of her age,of how much time had passed and of what an interesting life she had.

Old age had arrived and it was just as she  had suspected ...  awful !  Aches and pain and varicose veins (WHAT ! ) No one would want to do a drawing of her now. However she would decline any offer to live it all over again. It was just  too exhausting and even now there is no respite. Miraculously  she has survived this far. Her guardian angel must be working overtime. He probably needs a break as well.




Sunday, February 23, 2025

Cinquain.....


 respite

from a cruel world

it is getting too much

time to switch off chill out relax

deep breaths


Saturday, February 22, 2025

72 Micro Seasons of Japan






flew by in a flash
only one more week to go
sad to see summer end

Friday, February 21, 2025

Friday Writings... # 165...TORCH..Poets and Storytellers United

 

 this song always reminds me 
 of our time together
all those years ago 

i still hold a torch for you
we were wild young things
had lots of fun

wherever you are now
hope you are emanating
sheer joy on the dance floor
a wonderful memory

you were the love of my life