Descend – Daily Prompt


Swept by the torments of life
She is walking down, crawling
Wild theories and thought ran rife
A lot of things she kept asking
Ignoring the sun this morning
Heart as heavy as a cement
Her mind and soul are aching
Rusty from gloom and abandonment
Sharp pang of regret seared her
Note to herself – prompt so poignant
When she was happy, that was a blur
She needs to believe the prophets
That there is still hope coming
Or else she stays in a rut
That tenderness still exists
That she has to fight and persist
Got to hear her inner voice
Otherwise she’s got no choice
Descending into abyss
The point of no return

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Pink – Daily Prompt


Hello everyone! It’s a lovely day here, hanging on one of the pink balloons with the Pink Lady. Pink Lady, what do you feel?

“Oh hello there, Ladylee, I was just asleep for a minute there. I feel weightless, free and wonderful. Actually, a bit chilly, I should have put on my coat, but then I don’t have a pink coat. It won’t go with the colour scheme. Suffer for fashion, as they say.”

It’s a good thing I came prepared with my coat, scarf and hat. Would you like to borrow my coat?

“Oh no, thanks, Ladylee, it’s not pink either.”

Anyway, Pink Lady where are we going?

“You can call me Pinky, OK? I think they’re taking us to the moon, stars and heaven above.”

Wow, that’s amazing. I always wanted to go to heaven to see the angels.

“Yes, me too. I can dance or sway with the angels and probably try to play one of their harps, Pinky added.

I’ll look for my Dad and tell him how I miss him.

“I still have my Dad. He’s with his third wife now, a glamorous model. You know the type.”

Can you hear that, Pinky? The birds singing and they are repeating a melody. It’s like listening to a concert, birds’ concert.

“Wow, cool! And look at them glide. There’s a couple there, building their nest. And look at the view of the Alps with the lakes – fantastic!”

Yes, there’s Zugspitze – we were there last summer – amazing view from the top.

We went quiet for a while, just enjoying the scenery and feeling ecstatic for this privilege.

Then, Pinky saw her house, so it’s time for goodbyes.

“Nice meeting you, Ladylee.”

The pleasure’s all mine, Pinky, until next time.

So my balloon carried me on until I can see our house and garden. It’s sunny in Bavaria. Him Indoors is waiting for me so we can have our tea.

Have a nice day everyone. Look after yourselves. Until our next trip… bye!

For: Pink

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Pursue – Daily Prompt

the-boat-and-miss-libertyPHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Hard is the journey of a seaman
Staying on his ship in his cabin
Not seeing land on months on end
Working on holiday or the weekend
Not seeing children as they grow
As long as he keeps sending dough
Not being there on every occasion
His responsibilities, his last bastion
Even though his heart is breaking
Cheers himself up by singing
Life is tough to pursue his dreams
Keeps himself sane by his daydreams
His voyage far and wide around the world
As long as he doesn’t go to the underworld
So many places to an arduous travel end
Leaving behind loved ones and all friends
He yearns for the anchor to bring him home
Enough roaming, just bring him to his home

Was it love at first sight? Their eyes met at the lobby of the university, both 18. He, a poor but intelligent man whose father died when he was young. She, was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, came from a rich family. Against all odds, they fell in love. She was moved to another college, he pursued her. On her graduation, they eloped. They had two children. Then he erred, she ran back to her parents with her children. He asked for forgiveness, she forgave him. It was a struggle, working and studying at the same time and with family. But he stumbled again. Again and again, she was being hurt over and over again. Until the time came when they have to be apart, and then he passed away. It broke her heart…. My parents’ story.

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Temporary – Daily Prompt


He saw his sister’s number come up on the Caller ID and wondered what today’s conspiracy theory would be.

After the hellos and how you are small talk, my sister ventured out on her rhetoric. Supply and demand regulate nothing but the temporary fluctuations of market prices. That there’s no justice in this world. Few have them all and the rest of the world in poverty, she sighed in between each theory. Life today is a great sea of bustle and activity with everyone on the move. That if we don’t follow the trends, we’re out of it. Shifting to her friend who has got engaged to a pilot and they’re getting married in the summer. Then she dropped her voice and said that the said friend is also three months pregnant. I love my sister, to be honest and she’s so funny sometimes. I roar with laughter at some of the things she said. I don’t know where she’s getting all these ideas. Like the time when we were talking about life and death. She reckoned that a revenant returned only to steal away again with another. That they came back to caused havoc. She dismissed any other arguments.

For: Temporary

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Bitter – Daily Prompt

When she looked at old photographs, it was a real blast from the past. A tint of sorrow creeped into her mind as she recalled the ‘good old times’ that were gone, never to return. He was an integral part of her, when their breathing used to softly synchronise. It was tipped over when a third party came between them. “And then he was gone,” she could not keep a tincture of bitterness out of her voice. “What chance has she got?” she wanted an answer which he couldn’t give. She wondered about it until she couldn’t think anymore.

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Exposed – Daily Prompt


The thief lurks in the cavern
The bitter noise of the storm
He has to wait until it ends

Consumption was rampant
In that house of the gangsters
Too much food and drinks

Reviving liar was exposed
But no vestige of redemption
Old habits never die


“Where did they go?” I asked, as I followed his stride up to the topmost part of the valley. We trailed the mountain-lion tracks and watched from remote plateaus as distant puffs of cloud built into towering thunderheads.

“This used to be a big construction site,” he said, in anger. “When I was working as a labourer removing lagging from pipes in the basement for 5 years, I was exposed to large quantities of asbestos. The rest of the workers were exposed and suffered, too. In the end they closed it.” He said clearly, the sun reflected his silver hair. He looked at the ruins one last time.

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Better – Daily Prompt


Imagine yourself visiting a china shop and you’ve witnessed the smashing of plates or the tossing of horns. The truth is, my friend, a Taurean is quite like a bull and in charge, and nothing can stop her. She may appear fairly calm and relaxed but when something gets her going, you’d better step out of her way. I admire her for her practical and realistic ideas, as well as her cautious and careful ways. She is generally sweet natured with a liking for pretty little objects of affection. She’s also persistent, sometimes determinedly so, obstinate in the face of adversity, and stubborn to the point of utter exasperation. This ability to hang on through tough times and bad, as well as her emotional strength, make Taurean women a force to be reckoned with.


“Ten more sit-ups, come on, you can do it… one…two…” that was my friend encouraging me to go on.

“I can’t … I can’t breathe anymore… why are you so mean?” I moaned.

“Think of all the pounds that you’d lose, that gorgeous 100-pound black dress you wanted,” added her.

“I know, I know, I promise I’ll be better tomorrow, let’s have a break now, please?” I begged.

“OK, we can go aqua-jogging tomorrow morning,” she suggested.

“Sure!” and so we dashed out of the gym.

For: Better

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