Apr 13, 2016 Friday Fictioneers
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Fairy tale
Ars Longa, Vita Brevis
©April 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
A castle stood deep in a forest. An imposing tower frowned upon the trees that ringed it. A timid moon shone behind the smaller turrets around it.
The oaken gates opening onto a courtyard revealed a strange scene:
On a velvet couch, lay a maiden with floating hair, and star-flecked lashes. Her scarlet cloak lay athwart her shoulders, and her hand held a knife.
Into this space stepped a man in a whoosh of air.
Holding a palette and brush, he began painting the rest of her.
Awaking, she saw him, smiled slowly, and asked, “What took you so long?”
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our Fairy-Blog Mother, for her lovely hostliness while maintaining the purity of Friday Fictioneers, and kind words to all of us from every Wednesday to the Tuesday of the week, as we struggle to put our stories into words. Thanks, also, to Kent Bonham, for that mysterious photograph. I had to figure out what to do with it. It was fascinating.
Tags: #ArtvsReality, #Galatea, #Original 100-word Flash Fiction based on a photo-prompt, #Pygmalion, #VitaBrevisArsLonga
Apr 13, 2016 Light verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post, Uncategorized
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Giggle
Giggle
©April 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I do not giggle any more.
It causes me some pain
For I have graduated from
Teenagerhood to Brain.
To keep a brain, we all agree
We cannot laugh and titter
We have to hold our breath and moan
In sotto voces bitter.
Giggling’s for the younger set
For those who live their lives
Without a hint of future stress
Without a hint of strife.
But when my back is turned, I find
I snicker and I sneeze,
And then, to my amazement
I giggle, if you please!
I catch myself, and look askance
At giggles which escape
And scold them as they leave my throat
And then, I stand and gape.
Before me stands a jester pied
All dressed in motley clothes
And solemnly he bows to me
And then, around me, flows
He flows like water, and like wind
He smiles and takes my hand,
And dances with me laughingly,
And then, I understand.
We laugh aloud in midnight mirth
We chuckle all night long,
And soon, before the break of day
My giggles become songs.
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Giggle, #LightVerse, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost
Apr 13, 2016 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry
Fantasy-Fortune Cookie – Poetry
©April 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
What’s that you say?
You will find happiness one day?
If you build castles in the air
You will float away.
Never fear the unknown
Even if it bites you in the rear.
You will break your leg.
Step carefully,
Avoid pitfalls.
In a world of haste,
Run quickly, catch the bus.
Leave behind the past.
In each of us
Lives a butterfly
Ready for flight.
Catch that butterfly
Make a net.
Learn to swim.
Today, you will learn how to
Pronounce the Chinese word
For fish. Yes, you! Yu!
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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt:
And now for today’s (optional) prompt! The number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies. You could write a poem made up entirely of statements that predict the future (“You will meet a handsome stranger”), aphoristic statements (“The secret to getting ahead is getting started)” or just silly questions (“How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?”) Or you could use a phrase you’ve actually received in a real fortune cookie as a title or first line. However you proceed, I hope you will feel fortunate in the results (do you get it? Do you get it? Rimshot, please). Happy writing!
Apr 13, 2016 Light verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Bedtime
Bedtime (a silly poem)
©April 13 (really, the night of the 12th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
If only I had one!
When all is said and done,
It’s in the land of sleep
We plunge in waters deep.
I find the night a lure –
For this there is no cure.
I like to count the hours
In poems or in stars.
I drink some tea and stare
At nothing, everywhere.
I’ve only gotten worse.
What, bedtime? It’s a curse!
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Tags: #Bedtime, #DailyPrompt, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost
Apr 13, 2016 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry
Found Lines and Imagined Ones – An Index Poem
©April 13 (late night of April 12th), 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Resolved:
to be irresolute (a state absolute)
to live like a fool (and be a tool)
to take Fate by the throat (and float)
to the skies, aspire on wings of fire.
What:
is the night (but for dreaming)?
is truth, said jesting Pilate (falsely beaming)?
gods may be (eyes streaming)
Demons might fear (dimly-dreaming)
What’s:
done is done (not fun)
past and what’s to come (for everyone)
past is prologue (what’s to be done)
your answer? (None!)
Where :
have all the flowers gone (far away)
we are is hell (whatever you say).
shall I fly? (For, I cannot play)
shall I go? (I cannot stay!)
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In response to NaPoWriMo Day 12 prompt: