04 Monday May 2015
Posted in Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
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Done for Haiku Horizons.
Water
rivulets
drumming on rooftops
midnight rains
2
midnight rains
drumming on rooftops
lullaby
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Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Done for Carpe Diem. Based on Santoka Taneda’s haiku below, we are to write our own in the same sense, tone and spirit.
in the ceaseless sound
of the water
there is Buddha
Mine
in the silence
Buddha’s breath
stirs the pond
2
ripples
the pond sways
Buddha’s breath
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15 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Done for Carpe Diem prompt
Puddles
puddle deep
frog takes a cold bath
leaf ripples
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27 Friday Jul 2012
Posted in Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Stories
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It’s Friday again and the fun is on thanks to Madison Woods. These days my participation in the Friday Fictioneers has been on and off, due to my involvement in a project which gets me busy on Fridays. I am chancing it this week as I could not resist the prompt.
So dear friends, here we go. Do bear with me if the story is not up to standard; Ghana is in mourning for we have lost our President, Prof. John Evans Ata Mills. May his soul rest in perfect peace. A poem in his honour is here. If you could spare a few minutes, I should be grateful for a read. Thank you.
Aqua Madness
I told her that water is precious in my village; that we have to walk for miles and miles on end just looking for a clean stream to fetch water. Since the drought most of the water bodies in the village had dried up and the one or two that remained bubbly and flowing were polluted with dead livestock.
Sometimes after going days without any we had no option but to fetch the putrid water from the streams and boil for consumption.
My White and lovely girlfriend, Aqua Marie, stared at me as if I was mad. Of course, I was.
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