The sea is cool, better than the pool

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

The sun is bright, we’re all alright
The sea is cool, better than the pool
Zoe and Yanna playing, Beng and Amy swimming
Eating adobo and rice, Zoe’s hungry, she ate twice
Packed lunch from hotel, made us peckish from the smell
Lovers paddling on the boat, kayaking and banana float
Island hopping is quite fun, everything’s nice with the sun
Splashing water to each other, look at the colour- it’s azure

Friends at sea
Swimming and eating
Kayaking
Island hop
Like creatures of the water
One fine, lovely day
(90 words)

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: FFfAW Challenge-Week of 8-01-2017

Old Jack – Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “The Pleasures of Hating” by Laure-Anne Bosselaar: hate, bliss, rapture, wig, lips, sandals, loathe, dents, draw, relapse, broccoli, delight

Such a delight when you came back
Rapture of bliss when I saw your sack
I no longer hate nor loathe you
Don’t even think what we’ve gone through
No need for relapse, my lips were black

You’re wearing sandals, my old Jack
And the boat got dents from such thwack
Reunion of faith for what is due
Such a delight

Eating broccoli from your backpack
Healthy things you have when you packed
Not to quarrel again, we both knew
Especially in front of the crew
They are Croatian and Slovak
Such a delight*
(94 words)

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).

Tram – FFfAW Challenge

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan for our photo prompt!

It was a great way to see the city
Tram and other public transport, quite cool
Many people waiting, busy as bee
Young and old alike wait – that’s the rule
Going to work they will get there surely
Going to theatres, museums and schools*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Harrisham Rhyme, created by the female poet, Harrisham Minhas, belonging to the State of Punjab in India, of a six-line rhyming stanza. In this form, the last alphabet of the first word of each line is the first alphabet of the first word of next line.

There is no restriction on the starting alphabet of the first line.

Rhyming scheme : ababab.

For: FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy

Fun at the beach

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

shine, sunshine, shine as we wonder
we do not get tired of singing
along the beach, also running

in a stilted manner, we stir
message in a bottle or so
some flimsy swimsuit on the show

trace our footsteps like an ambler
one of the best trips we have had
having tea at three we are glad

some boats floating with their anchor
children play and run in a line
this is better than wine and dine

watch the waves in the sea azure
on such a fine day together
wish to stay the same as we were*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Constanza, created by Connie Marcum Wong, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together.

Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f………etc.

For: FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy, Wordle 300 May 20 by brenda warren

His perfect lawn – FFfAW Challenge

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinner. Thank you Yarnspinner for our prompt!

 

His perfect lawn
Not a single weed to be seen
His perfect lawn
Sitting in the middle I yawn
Order and discipline his gene
Don’t know if I could be his queen
His perfect lawn*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter.

For: FFfAW 114th Challenge by Priceless Joy

A walk in the woods

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Loretta Notto. Thank yoiu Loretta!

Gone was the snow and I’m free to roam again
Away from the scrutiny of my fellow townsmen
Wearing just trainers, t-shirt and jeans, I’m ready
Why are you angry and at the same time so clingy?
To the woodlands where all trees and flowers bloom
I need this time to clear my head and not feel gloom
In the spring where cherry boughs laden with blossoms
And the trees are randomly in rows and columns
Seventy trees and still counting, on and on I walked
Not a sound, not even when some birds squawked
Free from worries, free from pain, free from convention
Just me and the nature, and being on my own was fun

For: FFfAW Challenge by Priceless Joy

The Date – FFfAW Challenge

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dawn Miller. Thank you Dawn for our photo prompt!

They met at the café and there was faint music in the background. They started talking about their days at work, their hobbies and their likes. Was it Ralph Waldo Emerson who said that: “conversation is an art in which a man has all mankind for competitors?” And they do converse for quite a long time. They found a lot of things in common. They laughed at their jokes, mused at some others and agreed or disagreed with the rest.

The conversation was very interesting. They didn’t speak ill of others, for they know that nothing good will come out of it. It was night time when they left the café. It was a cold evening. Faint stars were in the sky, silver leaves in the background. They agreed to meet next week for dinner. There was a new Italian restaurant in town, and they said they will try that one out.

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers by Priceless Joy