Poetry Prompts’ Sabbatical

Hey..

So, I’ve been getting e-mails about the lack of poetry posting this month so I’m writing this to address those e-mails rather than just reply to those who enquired.

I’ve been busy lately with some other projects and my finals. Of course, my education comes first and those projects are linked with my degree programme. For now, I might not attempt the weekly poetry prompts – or might attempt it only if I have time. The prompts are normally posted on Wednesdays, which happens to clash with my other projects and responsibilities so the postings on poetry might be limited after this.

I will still post a poem a day on my Instagram – as long as I have these feelings and these urges within me – which will be for a while more surely.

On another note, in a while, I’ll be posting a new entry – sort of a serialisation of a story under my “The Chronicles of the Urban Girl” tab. The tab has been there for a long time now – so this idea has been circling and being toyed with in my mind. Finally managed to find some quiet time today to write the first two parts. Will be posting the first part in a while.

Please leave me a comment or send me a feedback through my e-mail as usual if you prefer – any sort of feedback is appreciated.

Thanks.

 

#MyWritersPoetryPrompt – July 13th – Wishing Upon a Star

The second poetry prompt for July 2016 is one word - WISH Pic credit : https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/49/0f/23/490f23561f736e898a47948a2f9b1688.jpg
The second poetry prompt for July 2016 is one word – WISH
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I once saw a fallen angel
that I had mistaken
for a shooting star.
I made a wish upon it,
hoping it’ll grant me
what have eluded me
thus far.

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#MyWritersPoetryPrompt – Passion – July 8th 2016

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The zestiness that is its taste
fuels and entices such desires.
Lust and passion flowed unreservedly,
undoubtedly like coursing river.

Playing with fire never felt this refreshing
the embers still burnt silently.
The scent of honeysuckle lingers in the aftermath
as passion hangs like a curtain in the dark.