
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2024, Day 18
Gentle breeze captive
Now, it’s just a mild fragrance
Hung on a clothesline
Warp and weave permeated
With cosy visions of a home.
© Aneesha Shewani
https://www.bluepenstrokes.com

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2024, Day 18
Gentle breeze captive
Now, it’s just a mild fragrance
Hung on a clothesline
Warp and weave permeated
With cosy visions of a home.
© Aneesha Shewani
https://www.bluepenstrokes.com

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2024, Day 17
Today’s tanka is based on a poem that is close to my heart: Epitaph
The birds on my grave
Are possessed by the poems
Myriad stories
Ballads lost to hurried days
Forever buried with me
© Aneesha Shewani
https://www.bluepenstrokes.com

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2024, Day 16
A tender night weaves,
Sapphire fantasy figments
Argent light slivers
An indigo canopy
In sparkly specter emerges
© Aneesha Shewani
https://www.bluepenstrokes.com

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2024, Day 15
Wrapped up in tempests
Glitter hues of golden rays
On troubled waters
Transient moments of delight
Washed away by raucous tides
© Aneesha Shewani
https://www.bluepenstrokes.com

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2024, Day 14
Breathless whispers, now
Fade to murmurs; white noise
Sleep eludes again
Insomnia’s lonely ache
Embraced by crochet afghans.
© Aneesha Shewani
https://www.bluepenstrokes.com