
Memories –
Some faded on corners
Others bright;
A green house
Ringing with love and laughter
With me;or without ?
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This is a shadorma poetry written for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka poetry prompt.
Memories –
Some faded on corners
Others bright;
A green house
Ringing with love and laughter
With me;or without ?
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This is a shadorma poetry written for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka poetry prompt.
The old one
Dressed in crispest beige
She Whispers
Strange, cozy
Tales of my childhood home
Living in that joy
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The mention of beige on the Twiglet prompt reminded me of my grandmother who did not like to wear pure white as is the norm for widowed ladies in the old times in India. She rather wore some beige , browns and pale greens in crisp cotton salwaar-kameez. This shadorma is for her.
I promise
Not, tears again will
Flow; I need
To nourish
My hardened rotting soul,to
Know I care, for hope.
This is my attempt to revise my syllables as I wrote the shadorma form.
Thanks for the inspiration MM ‘s blog
Moving on
got a new meaning
the moment
you locked
the doors between you and me
and even lost the key.
Worst of all
you chained yourself
to memory
before me
erasing the years together
robbing me from you.
am not here
not even any place else
finally free
yet bounded
by your fears feeding my hope
with dreams of our sin
Prompted @ OSI [shackles] and PAD challenge [Day 16]
Poetry form : Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5