Lines written for #FromOneLine 304
Just like yesterday
Today ends with fatigue.
For hustle has consumed
The last remnants of rest
And what it once meant
To pause and reflect!
Fatigue
Tag: Rest
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.
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
A moment of rest
A sudden flash of light
Like an iridescent memory
Clinking against a bone china cup
A crack, a chip, blunting the edge;
Tenderly packed away in tissue
An evening still trapped in time
When a steamy wisp touched a lip
Fingers took in the mild warmth
Of tea as brown as the rugged lines
Of hands, savoring a moment of rest
Another chance at hello
I am back after a hiatus, during which I fulfilled some family obligations, celebrated festivals, and went on a vacation (more on that soon). I started learning Spanish on DuoLingo and am now exploring other sources to build on my interest. My other literary pursuits also slowed down in the past 2 months though I did read and review some great books on Reedsy. In the meanwhile, I got news that one of my poems will feature in an upcoming anthology.
When I finally decided to return to the world of micro poetry, I checked my favorite prompt masters on Twitter. The first one I read resonated with my current state and I penned down words that I share in this post. I hope to return to writing with more frequency but here also I may just stop and wander a little, and come back with words that help me write better.
Another chance at hello
To greet myself
For I have been lost
In the maze of daily runs
From pillar to post
Wanting just a bit more
Out of life, never satisfied
Until I took a moment
To stand by the window,
A warm cup in hand
Wrapped in thoughts
That whispered,
‘It’s time to slow down
It’s a reminder to stop!’
Time-out
A voice from somewhere asked
How are you feeling today?
I realized in that instance
It had been so long, since
I had stopped and rested
Fed the soul, and let go
Of all the hustle and bustle
This constant busyness
To be present and focussed
That has left me drained;
Until all that remains
Is a feeble noise in my head
“There’s still time to mend!”
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