Kneeling Woman

Majestic kneeling woman

Weeping

Ardent heart unrestrained, humbly

Prays

Hear petitions, Lord, make haste

Deliver mercy, justice, wounded souls’ aloe…rescue destitute world.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…

Salt-Tang Dreams

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/genre-challenge-6/

Today’s genre: Poetry; today’s photo prompt:

Image by wanzi989813 on Pixabay

~♥~

Salt-tang seashell dreams

Conch song, siren’s fantasy

Sleeping heart’s at home

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Heart Stones

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/story-starter-challenge-5/

Today’s prompt: “I never thought that was possible.”

Heart made of

Stones

Stepping stones: respect, trust

Affection

Time…exchanging ideas, feelings, laughter

Love turning tide—I never thought that was possible.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…

Life, A Tournament

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/your-daily-word-prompt-tournament-march-9-2019/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/08/your-daily-word-prompt-nobility-march-8-2019/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/04/your-daily-word-prompt-chivalry-march-4-2019/

Life’s like tournament

Though rules can be confusing

Requires chivalry

Depends on nobility

Play with heart, that all might win

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

Heart Vision

Weekly Writing Prompt #178

PROMPT (5) Words: | ROCK | JOINT | INNER | SIGHT | SAIL |

With heart’s inner sight

I saw distant world

In your blue agate gaze

Ever enigmatic, unfathomable.

I filled in unknown details

From my own hunger

Like a paint-by-number canvas.

You were the shrouded rock I clung to

Untenable joint where real and imagined

Are hinged together, and which I’d

Never pierce, nor sever from my soul…

I had no need, no sword keen enough

To make the cut.

It mattered not that our lives

Weren’t meant to merge…

As a child I didn’t understand

And love doesn’t care about

Trivial facts: you, 32 years senior

And ensconced in cloistered fame.

Time passed with ebb, flow of tides…

One day, you sailed to Far-Forever

I sang no mourning song, grieved not

For you were finally reaching my shore.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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