Lady of the Night: Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #161 Painted & Lady

Vibrant butterfly
Nature’s dainty painting shines
She will be lady

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Lady in waiting
Men’s loathsome  lust kill her dreams
Painted the town red

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Darkness now reigns her life
Painted face hides scars of lust
Lady of the night


Ronovan’s weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge : Painted & Lady

 

WALK:Week Thirty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Walking is my favorite form of exercise.  I am not talking of brisk walking, though at times I am forced to do it.  From time to time I do hit the treadmill, have one at home.  It takes up more space than I ever wanted, but one have to indulge their better half to keep peace at home.

What I really like is a leisurely walk, absorbing the environment around me. Walking, for me is blissful.  I forget my worries, my anger slowly dissipates and before I know it I become one with my surroundings. School kids walking or biking to school, old lady carrying groceries in plastic bags, the runner impatiently waiting for the signal to turn green, woman applying makeup while driving, everyone has a unique story to tell. Walking allows me to observe life as it unfolds.  After a long time, yesterday night I went for a long walk with my dog Skooby.  The night was cool and serene. Even Skooby must have realized that I was in no hurry.  He stopped here and there, smelled around and tried to mark his territory everywhere but after a couple of brisk attempts he did not have much left to mark anything.  The road was completely empty even though it was not that late.  I was at peace with myself. Wish I could have walked some more but I had an early morning appointment.  That walk must have done a lot of good because I slept like a baby and woke up refreshed in the morning.

Walk is going to be the starting word for my poem today for week thirty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  I hope I can do justice to walk and you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy my walk.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-24-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Warriors of the Night

Bloggers battle to reach out and win hearts through their creations.

Warriors of the Night

Sun has gone down,
Dark shadows move across the sky,
The bugle calls.

Warriors of the night
Out in droves,
Alone in their foxholes,
Manning their battle stations,
Fingers flying across their weapons.

It’s not a fight to the death,
Nor to kill and conquer, but
To create,
To reach out,
To win hearts.

No boundaries,
Across continents,
Over land and water
They fly.
Differences excite exploration,
Diversity unites.

Fingers  tapping their keyboards,
Or gliding blithely across the screen,
Warriors of the night
Fighting their heroic battles.

Reaching out to unknown friends,
Bringing the world closer
One word at a time.

And as the shadows of night slowly recede,
Bugle plays Reveille,
Warriors of the night arise,
Battle weary but content
For a night’s job well done.