23 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Done for Gilly and a A Prompt Each Day. Inspired by the following words and photo:
Humanity
shoreline
tracing my steps
where oceans meet clouds
2
entangled
I search for grain of truth
in emerald purity
3
unblemished waters
stray sands disappearing
into billowing waves
4
where the oceans meet the clouds
you and I
are one
10 Wednesday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Fiction, Short Stories
Tags
Adele, APED, divorce, Family ties, relationship, Spousal Abuse
Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration. We are to use a minimum of three words from the set of ten below to write a story or a poem.
Adele
Cascade of tears slid on to the green carpet as she hung her head in shame. For the first time she noticed how off beat the colour looked in the pristine modernity of the old man’s living room. Just like her announcement to leave her husband of six months. The word divorce didn’t just exist in the vocabulary of her family.
She could feel Papa’s piercing hurt reeking from his eyes, enveloping her in a tight hug. “I’m grateful your mother is not alive to hear this, Adele.”
Adele raised her eyes, soulful to meet his. And she felt gratified when he flinched. The bruises on her face had swelled to almost comic proportions. “Even with this, Papa, you still say that to me.”
With one fluid motion, Adele ripped off her thin creamy blouse, almost gossamer in texture, exposing her supple breasts. When her father averted his eyes, she willed him to have his fill of the lacerations zigzagging on her body in a macabre dance ritual.
Trembling, her voice croaked in a whisper. “What about you? Do you wish you were dead not to see this?”
Adele almost pitied her father now. Amidst her sobs, she saw him turn and stare at her body, disbelief and horror warring for supremacy on his now defeated face.
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 10/06/15I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
09 Tuesday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Poetry
I was invited by Leo formerly of Haiku Heights to join in the new Meme he has created, A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration on his blog. Today’s prompt is a phrase, Better Late Than Never which we are to use to write a poem, short or long, or a story.
I’m experimenting with the Tetractys – a short poetry forms invented by Ray Stebbing. (My friend Jules is such an expert in this form) it consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). The Tetractys can be written in more than one verse, but then must each line must be followed by an inverted syllable count (10, 4, 3, 2, 1 syllables).
Late Bloomer
late
bloomer
petals shrunk
by the cold drought
your fragrance stagnated by the nettles
but like the vine, you reach out for sunshine
a golden bloom
unfurling
to be
me
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 09/06/15 I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
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