29 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
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Thorn
overrun yard
looking for lost coin
among thorns
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26 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Haiku My Heart, Poetry
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Africa, canoe, fish, lagoon, livelihood, Motherhood, Nature, Poverty
Done for Carpe Diem. And also for Recuerda Mi Corazon.
unsold fish
a mother’s reflection
darkens the lagoon
2
gurgles
listing canoe
drinking up the lagoon
25 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Poetry
The photo is by kind permission of Gilly.
3 5 3 3 7 5
Storm
clouds darkly
ruffled and swollen
in anger
the calmness
of waters, an illusion
eating up the storm
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 25/06/15 I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom24 Wednesday Jun 2015
Posted in Carpe Diem, Haiku, Poetry, Romance
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Africa, ancient whispers, cha cha cha, drumbeat, love, mystic, Passion, romance
Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration. A minimum of three words from the set of ten to be used in our prose or poetry.
Ancient Whispers
ancient calls
mystical whispers
from the winds
lonely hearts
dance the cha-cha cha in tune
drumbeats of our land
2
drum beats of our land
calls me with ancient rhythms
my fevered heart leaps
3
my fevered heart leaps
at smouldering of your eyes
that ancient promise
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 24/06/15 I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom22 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
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bird, relationship, tear, torn
Done for Haiku Horizons.
Tear
single tear
red with heat of betrayal
a torn bird
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 22/06/15 I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
19 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Haiku My Heart, Poetry
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Done for Carpe Diem Haiku Shuukan. And also for Recuerda Mi Corazon.
Emphasis is on the E; Engage, enact ethically. Then end the interaction and allow for emergence of the next step. This is the final step in Joan Halifax’s G.R.A.C.E. method. And it’s all about closure. We live in a time when science is validating what humans have known throughout the ages: that compassion is not a luxury; it is a necessity for our well-being, resilience, and survival.
Rebirth
reaching out
moment of rebirth
in gift form
19 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Poetry
Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration. Today the prompt is the quote below:
Rebirth
today my memory failed me
searching the abyss of despair
for that gloom hugging me like a second skin
today my memory failed me
as I listened to that cacophony of words,
searching for the deep resonance
that used to caress me to sleep.
I almost grasped it,
but then it slipped through my gaping fingers,
a snarl slapped me instead.
today my memory failed me,
gliding through the haze of lies based on aspects of truths,
the shaky facade of carefully coated words slipping
to reveal the bare bones of
semantics in its degraded form.
today my memory failed me,
delving deep into yester-years
to desperately seek a day
when the moon stood still
on a fast wilting bed of roses
the thorns drawing blood
from you and I
today my memory played tricks on me you know.
my memory failed me.
my memory refused to
regurgitate the left-over of a passion long gone cold
passion that now sits in my belly
waiting to pass out in a cremation of rebirth
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 19/06/15I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
17 Wednesday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Fiction, Short Stories
Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration.
We are to use Use a minimum of three words from the set of ten here in your post. You can write in any form, poetry or prose, as long or as short as you like.
My Visitor
I moved into the house on a cold rainy day. The clouds would not let up and everywhere was wet. From my bedroom window, I took in the garden behind the rumbling old house which needed pruning. The silver droplets kissing the leaves of the mahogany tree in the middle of the garden mesmerised me. But that tree would have to go. It was ancient. That night I dreamed of the mahogany tree begging me not to touch it. I woke up sweating, not understanding the dream. I wasn’t superstitious but throughout the day, a feeling of unease settled on me like an unwanted suitor.
In the evening my new neighbour came over to introduce herself. Mary Kwame was nice enough but she talked too much. Over hot tea she filled me in on the local gossip.
“We all wondered who would move in here, you know.”
I cocked an eyebrow at this. “oh, and why was that?”
Mary swiveled her head, yes, that is what she actually did. Swiveled her head to see who was listening in even though we were alone. And then her voice dropped to a whisper. “This house is haunted you know. Someone died here. You must be brave”
An amused chuckle escaped my lips. “Mary, stories of ghosts and apparitions don’t scare me.
” “But Grace, you haven’t seen or heard anything yet.” She wailed.
The dream I had the night before popped into my mind and a shiver ripped through me, despite the hot tea.
Suddenly Mary gave a loud cackle, her eyes afire with an unholy light. “a ghost just passed through.”
I had enough. “Mary, I’ve had a busy day unpacking. I think we should call it an evening.”
Thankfully she took the hint and left shortly, apologising for overstaying her welcome. I told her not to worry, closing and locking the door firmly.
I slept soundly, perhaps too much. For I woke up to a commotion behind my house. Glancing at the bedside clock I noted the time to be 9.30. I still had a lot of unpacking to do. I tried to ignore the noise at the back of the house. The voices were many and I couldn’t make out a single word. Then I heard a loud knocking at the front door. Dashing to the bathroom attached to bedroom, I rinsed my face and mouth and hurried up to the door. Somehow I knew before unlocking the door that the news wouldn’t be good.
A handsome man stood before me. My heart did a flip. “Good morning, madam. I’m the neighbourhood watchdog committee chairman. My name is Opoku.”
“Opoku, how can I help you?” I hoped my voice sounded sexy.
“I’m sorry madam, but yesterday’s rains washed up the remains of a body buried under the mahogany tree in your yard.”
“What!”
“Yes. We suspect the body must be that of Mary Kwame. She used to live near you. She’s been missing for four years now. The Police are on their way.”
16 Tuesday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Poetry
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Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration. The Prompt is a phrase Once Upon A Time. The poem or prose should be only 33 words.
Whiff of Breath
once upon a time
in heels
I twirled in your arms
all night long
you breathed in my perfume at summer
will my essence linger
now twilight dawns
with the whiff of breath?
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 16/06/15I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
15 Monday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Poetry
Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration. The prompt is Fire. My poem is another try at the Cinquain.
First line: a one-word subject or title.
Second line: two adjectives which describe the subject.
Third line: three verbs relating to the subject.
Fourth line: four words forming a phrase, sentence, or set of feelings relating to the subject.
Fifth line: one word which summarizes the poem.
The second and more traditional type is simpler and requires only that the pattern of syllables per line in the poem is 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. I combined both rules. 🙂
Fire
passion’s
luminous heat
flickers to taunt my breath
set me ablaze with your special
branding
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 15/06/15 I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
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