Tag: Memories

Neon

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 14

Book cover for Friedrich Christian Accum. A Treatise on Adulteration of Food and Culinary Poisons.

I have missed you before
In tangled thoughts
Jumbled recollections;
In a corner concealed
I found that one evening
We spent together

Hidden in a bulky album
Between pearl paper
Tender as papyrus
Gossamer stories
Motley of words, photos
Almost glowing neon

Just as they appeared
They soon disappeared
Blown far into the distance
In a fading Autumn breeze
Fragile yellow petals
Of wrinkled memories

Poetry inspired by the book cover for Friedrich Christian Accum. A Treatise on Adulteration of Food and Culinary Poisons. London, Longman, 1822 — Source.

To the end

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 13

Book cover for C. Lockhart-Gordon. To the End.

Old bones hold memories
Crumbling in the dust
Ivory turns to decay when
The lark has flown away
Dispersing the melody
Once resonating in the nest
Now empty, dusty, creaky
Recollections lie scattered
Broken, sunburnt, and weary

Poetry inspired by the book cover for C. Lockhart-Gordon. To the End. London: John F. Shaw and Co., 1898[?] — Source.

Winter blog posts for WriteFluence

It’s the time to revisit Christmas memories. Sharing three blog posts I wrote for the #WriteFluence #blog, last year.

Aneesha Shewani's avatarBlue Pen Strokes

I participated in the @WriteFluence December Blog and Win challenge by penning down 3 blog posts overflowing with Christmas nostalgia and personal experiences.

Do read, comment, and vote for all three. I am sure you will enjoy the reading experience:

This season, take away the winter blues

Christmas cards – Can we revive the tradition?

The Aroma of Christmas

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What if

#FromOneLine #prompt 160

A spoonful of dreams
Makes me think of 
All things sweet
Yet I wonder what if
They are sour or bitter
Like memories, nightmares?
Can I stir them into
The cup of my life
Without the fear of rousing
Demons that I had denied
A place at the table
A setting in my mind!

Heal

Heal

It was more purple than green
An ugly gash refusing to heal
Salve nor balm, rest nor restrain
Strong enough to erase the pain
A bruise so blue, a crimson tear
Sweet hurt with trembling fear
Yet, I tend to these injuries deep
Purge the venom, not let it seep
Into crevices of my soul so grim
Discard memories like dead skin