May 26, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post

Grains and Gains
©May 26th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

See her walking the watery fields
Picking grains of rice –
She searches for nourishing ones.

See him sitting on the fiery dunes
Picking grains of sand –
He searches for the shining ones.

May they find what they desire.
Amongst the waters, amidst fire.

There’s place for beauty
And shininess.
There’s place for food
For sustenance.
There’s place for idleness
And being quiet.
There’s place for work
And for moving.

Be at ease,
Be at peace.

Find your grains,
Make your gains.

Be very still,
Find what you will.

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Written in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt for May 25th, 2016: Grain

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May 26, 2016 Friday Fictioneers, Original Flash Fiction, Uncategorized

 

Dream a Dream of Love
May 26th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

As the waves sweep towards these rocks where he stands, he dreams.

He is holding his beloved in his arms, she of the gossamer hair and glimmering eyes, of the breath sweet as wildflowers, she of the voice like the sighing sea-breeze, of the laughter that broke upon his heart, like the waves breaking upon these rocks.

He dreams she loved him and he loved her back, but in time, his heart turned hard.

When he left, she walked into the sea.

Dreaming, he mourns, as the water surges around him.

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With thanks to our beloved Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and for today’s beautiful photo-prompt.

 

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May 26, 2016 Kyrielle, Original Poetry

It Isn’t Quite Goodbye, with Friends (A Kyrielle)
(Unintended Farewells)
May 27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

When you turned and left her to go
And turning, the world seemed to slow.
Did you think that you’d see her again?
It isn’t quite goodbye, with friends.

Love never quite dies, even though
Every word that you spoke was a blow.
Will you return to make amends?
It isn’t quite goodbye, with friends.

Time moves like a wave as it flows,
And waves build up as they grow.
You’ll be swept up by them at the end.
It isn’t quite goodbye, with friends.

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Written in response to the prompt “Unintended Farewells” on dVerse

 

Tags: #dVerse, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #UnintendedFarewells