A moment of rest

#FromOneLine #prompt A sudden flash of light

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.

#moonmystic prompt Another chance at hello

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

#FromOneLine #writingprompt

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!”

My Corner

The quiet I usually crave
Patiently waits for me
At the corner of my bed
A pillow carries perfume
Of freshly washed hair
Mildly stained sweet sweat
Of long summer nights
Wrinkled sheets beckon
Hiding a half-open book
And a peeping bookmark hints
It may well be time to rest

The quiet I usually crave
Patiently waits for me
At the corner of my bed
Pillows carry perfume
Of freshly washed hair
Mildly stained with sweat
Of long summer nights;
Wrinkled sheets beckon
Hiding a half-open book
A peeping bookmark hints
It may well be time to rest

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