Glaucous

frozen quintessence

empyrean domain drains

into glaucous grapes


The frosted look of the concentrated essence (quintessence) is nothing but the melted (drain) colors of the sky (empyrean domain) that have taken shelter inside the glaucous-colored grapes in a frozen form.

More syllabic poetry on colors here -> A-Z Haiku Tautograms.

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In response to  Colleen’s ‘#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge #268’. 

Support Stake

Can’t claim to know those eyes
but I feel, their warm glimpse.
Can’t imagine the unseen face
but with it, I share a smile.

In this fleeting world
I struggle, to balance the float.
With a kind radiance
someone presents, a string of support.

They say some are for you
while some are not.
If family is a supportive group
can strangers be family too?


Have your dreams ever been supported by a person you’ve hardly spoken to or met? If yes, I bet that must have felt great. This free verse is a little tribute to such angels in the dark.

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In response to  Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #127’. 

Persuasive Patterns

As a creator, she can’t help but wonder at the repetitions in the little creative space she enjoys. Watching the year repeat its days, now the protagonist in the plot is actually an antagonist in the minds of her readers due to those recurrent emphasis of certain symbols and values ingrained in their subconscious memory. 

Is it not true that even an innovation requires monotonous efforts and repeated attempts before being able to be accepted by masses as an achievement?

Author’s Note:

A few recent events made me connect the dots for this piece. I started this with one intent, but as I was typing the second sentence, it was Severus Snape who crossed my mind. How did you envisage this content? I’d like to know your thoughts.


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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #304’.

 

Softness Hurts

“Migraine”.
Flower therapy?
“They’re the cause”.


This story is about the fragrance of flowers that can make one want to leave the room, and easily put them in a bad mood. Aroma can cause discomfort too, esp. strong fragrances. Just like how a few people are chemical intolerant and a few others are allergic to pollens, there is a set of people for whom the fragrance of flowers can trigger severe headaches to migraines.

Yeah, flowers are pretty but painful. Their softness can hurt too!

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In response to Shweta’s ‘6WSP #98’ – ‘Flowers’.

Chaotic Opportunities

Aren’t confusions chaotic opportunities that help in ending up with the right choice? Here’s a free verse on the same, with a six-word story at the end.

Under a net of confusions
disguised as vermilion veils,
are complex clutters.

Beyond the blindspot
was a discovery in the dark,
the beauty in balance.

Compromise or Adjustments?
No more confusions!

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Inspired by Shweta’s ‘6WSP #100’ – ‘Confusion’.

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Photo from Pexels .

Calm in Chaos

As layers of new paint withered with age, they found each other underneath those, still fresh with the same old colors.

The intuitive wisdom that so far guided them as to when to move away and when to come closer, took a back seat today.

Unconcerned with the hurry and chaos of the outer world, the old friends relished the moment.

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In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #106’. 

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Photo by Gennaro Leonardi on Pixabay.


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Unfinished Business

Visible to none but him, was an unfinished business easily dismissible during broad daylight. But, he failed to realize that the daybreak was only a launch to the fathomless night. As the shadows murked, his conscience lingered around with its feet planted on ground.

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #300’.

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Photo by Tandem X Visuals via Unsplash.

 

Disappearance

“I thought you’d leave me, forever”.

As a new norm, they communicate and discuss their deeply troubling issues in the relationship to strengthen the bond. But, this was totally unexpected. It’s not even a thought that has crossed the poor mind or that could even be imagined!

“After a little fight, your figure disappearing at the end of the street still remains inked in my mind. I hadn’t expected you to leave me then, that too locking me in.”

“I don’t even remember the incident. Which day are you talking about? Is it not a usual thing to lock you in when I go out temporarily so as to not disturb your task?”

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