Just rest

#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – graceful, imagine, and ambling – for #SenseWrds #prompt 596.

Brush strokes in vivid colors – an image by Bing Image Generator

The wind sways
Languid branches
With a gentle lullaby
And dreams pause a bit
On verdant beds
So that they can put
Chaos to rest
And let not nightmares
Be conjured from within
The darkening forests
Of doubt and despair

The moon is a batik stamp

Lines written for #FromOneLine 278

A batik image of a moon, fabric, paper, stars, and letters made by Bing AI Image Generator

I waited until midnight
For the moon to blossom
Like a batik print stamp
On indigo-dyed fabric,
To whisper stories
Scripted on handmade paper
Sprinkled with stars
And cursive letters
Dipped in darkest inks
From the unending horizons.

Whispers

#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – alto, feeling, and branches – for #SenseWrds #prompt 595.

A psychedelic image of a person surrounded by whispers, storms, feelings, arteries, sinews, and promises of love, generated by Bing Image Generator

The whispers sweep in
Tender and mild
Awakening storms;
Feelings trying to
Breakthrough
This entanglement:
Entwined in arteries
And pulsating sinews;
As her voice summons
Promises of love,
As truant as the wind
On whose airy wings
They flit towards me

The lost art of wooing

Lines written for #FromOneLine prompt 274

A modern photograph style image of nature generated by Bing Image Generator
A modern photograph-style image of nature generated by Bing Image Generator

I know it’s strange,
How glances across streets
And chance meetings
In crowded hallways,
A picnic in the groves
Or a hike in the hills
Is not how we find love
These wistful days.
We let algorithms match us
In a digital space,
And all that matters
Are the resulting scores
In the closest perimeter.

Take me back

Lines written for #FromOneLine 272

Image from Bing AI Image Generator

Take me back to when
Flickering dust from
Burnt sunsets touched me
With pangs of loneliness
And I merged with
The inky hues of night
Caressing the emptiness;
In the pain was born
The finest prose,
Poetry so tender,
And a never-ending love
For eternal solitude.