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Raging Sun, fluffy clouds,
Serene the sight.
Blue canvas portraying
Magnificent painting.
Linking with Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe.
22 Tuesday Aug 2017
Posted Poem, Wordless Wednesday
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Raging Sun, fluffy clouds,
Serene the sight.
Blue canvas portraying
Magnificent painting.
Linking with Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe.
10 Thursday Aug 2017
Posted Poem
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A week full of writing
Wasn’t that exhausting
Still, the fun wasn’t tiring
That’s what I’m sharing
If we were having coffee
Treasures we dug together
Shared with each other
Resources we cherish forever
True life saver they were
Map to keep us on path
Distributed with faith
Mundane or important, a day
Worthy of a say
And sent a letter
That someone deserved
A guest of honor
Interviewed with manner
Coffee to share with fond
Adieu to the festival of words.
I am participating in the 7-day Festival of Words hosted by Write Tribe. Day 7 prompt is ‘If we were having coffee’.
09 Wednesday Aug 2017
Posted Blogging
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Today is the 6th day of Write Tribe’s Festival of Words and the prompt is ‘Feature a guest – a guest post / an interview’. So why don’t you, my reader, be my guest? Pull up a chair and get comfortable as I interview you right here, right now. Answer in the comment section, Okay?
Sounds fun?
Okay, so it isn’t going to be an interview in the conventional sense. Let’s do a lightning round of questions. Try to give short answers. Does that sound doable?
Shall we start then? Ready?
Here you go..
Go on, answer. I am waiting.
I am participating in the 7-day Festival of Words hosted by Write Tribe.
07 Monday Aug 2017
Posted Poem
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Today my son’s school reopened after the summer holidays. Two months and twelve days – that’s how long the holidays were. It felt strange to be at home without him today, for both his little brother and I.
I was trying hard to remember my routine from two months ago. My ten-month-old has changed his schedule since then. Plus the move to a new apartment just two days ago has changed the feel of everything.
Once again, it’s time to make new routines. To settle into new routines.
Here’s a poem I wrote for my son on his new beginning as a second grader.
Goodbye, mindless surfing and sleeping in
Welcome, lessons and homework
And a lot of playtimes
Another school year is here
Your days are busy once again
Learn Math and English, sure,
Don’t forget to make friends new
Learn to fight and share
Make memories plenty
To miss these moments later
Go on, enjoy the days of fun.
I am participating in the 7-day Festival of Words hosted by Write Tribe. Day 4 prompt is ‘Feature a day in your life or someone else’s life’.
06 Sunday Aug 2017
Posted Fiction
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“Dave, why is there a hole on every X you have written?”, asked a perplexed Sara to her four-year-old who was practicing the alphabets.
” Why, mama? Haven’t you read me the other day from the pirate book ‘X marks the spot’. It’s not a hole. I was digging to find the treasure.”
Dave’s innocent answer made Sara burst into a laugh as he looked on perplexed.
I am participating in the 7-day Festival of Words hosted by Write Tribe. Microfiction written for Day 3 for the prompt ‘Feature a map and write about a place either real or virtual’.
04 Friday Aug 2017
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Dear to me the most
In my family I trust
Treasure I hold close
Treasure I hold close
In my family I seek
Love and warmth I crave
Love and warmth I crave
In my family I find
My dearest treasure.
I am participating in the 7-day Festival of Words hosted by Write Tribe. Haiku written for Day 1 for the prompt ‘Write about a treasure you have’.