Of Spooks And Spectres

Last night I saw a man cycling
His way through the moonly trance
Paddled left and right, yet he barely moved
Like steps from a well known dance

And suddenly he shouted some lines
Of a mantra that Bengalis chant to the dead
But he was alone, for no one I saw
Carrying a dead body, behind or ahead

Perhaps a drunk, I assumed then but later
When I gave it some thought,
Maybe he wasn’t drunk, maybe just alone
And maybe dead, no one to carry his bod.

A spook or a spectre, or maybe just a drunk
But I saw him, sailing the moonly trance
Paddled left and right, yet he barely moved
Like steps from a well known dance!

-ayus

Echos From A Sunset

Discover Prompt: Tempo

The clouds move in a fast tempo
The Earth stands grim and silent
The Sun riding the edge of the sky
With winds moist and vibrant

A faint music, from somewhere far
Far from the cities and towns
Perhaps someone’s playing a flute
Sounds like blues and browns

While notes from the flute, sharp and discrete
Come reaping the blue blanket
Like a fading song, an old record playing
Echos from a distant Sunset

-ayus

Let’s Play A Game

Ask five different people to say any word of their choice.

So you end up with five random words.
Now write a blog with five sentences only, each sentence containing at least one of those five words. You have to use all the words.

Your five sentence story/poem should make some sense.

And also don’t forget to add a title to the story.

I will do the same.

Trust me its gonna be fun.


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The five random words I got are:

Beans
Walking Stick
Dynamo
Leisure
Pancakes


So here’s my take:


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An Uneventful Night

That distant palm tree, sky’s walking stick,
with wind it bends and leans!

A rain soaked night, alone in home, wish for coffee beans.

With warm milk and a cousy couch for me to spend my leisure and perhaps someone to talk and listen, well that would be a treasure.

Somewhere far, dynamo roars, running wild and high

Grey clouds, still jogging above, like pancakes on the sky!

–ayus