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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 32w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork
    #art #wod #pod #wov7 #ak_wov #concretepoetry #concrete #ak_concrete 2

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    20 June 2021 6.38 pm

    / Happy Father's day /

    [ Inspiration : Martha Graham - “a dancer dies twice — once when they stop dancing, and this first death is the more painful.” and Black swan song by BTS ]

    I tried to do a concrete of a man with wings and his reflection below him ^_^
    Background - Pinus densiflora - Japanese red pine which is my Korean birth flower. It means brave, courageous, 'fidelity' and 'fortitude'.
    It is inverted to symbolise the misfortune of the man below, who is also a father.
    _____________________


    Black Swan ~

    Misfortune tails the shadow of fortunate fate
    Which turned the Zephyr that lifted my wings up
    To become brutal storm that crushed, severed them
    I mourn the death I feared, wings of passion tied to a wheelchair

    Wailing without an echo, screams of silence
    Feet sinking in moist moors mundane, still stuck
    Wings sewed up patchwork, weighing with fright
    Claws I grew to dig on destiny's path and crawl

    Flawless footsteps frozen in life's winter season
    Yet I'm a brave lone pine in suffering snowfall
    Fidelity defines my work and fortitude refines my life
    And when I let go of my fear, flaws kneeled at my perfection

    For art is my legacy, I - father of forsaken dreams
    Can birth resilience to revive whatever I lost
    I have no tether to my blood born by umbilical cord
    But my passion will run in his veins and my two wings will shield his arteries

    •| I've lived my first death, literal death is no more to fear
    I'll strive to death but never quit trying with my head held high |•

    My feathers will guard your fragile fragrance to not diffuse
    My wings will teach you to pin wreaths on the coffin of fear
    - an Ideal Father ( of art, nature and relations )

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 32w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork
    #monologue #wod #pod #wov6 #nonet #ak_wov
    I'll write only for my Manz^_^

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    19 June 2021 8.45 pm


    Ephemeral Life ~

    Taetae you know, people leave but places don't. They exist holding back all the memories, fragrances and emotions. Walking down the lane of memories, reminiscence stirs waves of wanderlust as you recollect the fragrance of cherry blossoms you inhaled in the streets of Yoshino, drinking sake` under the trees with your loved ones, holding their hands as petals shower from above. And all these pastel pink cotton clouds recite is how ephemeral life is. Close your eyes and you can feel the silky soft petals of sakura swirling in the zephyr and showering you in a scent so serene and suddenly you're not in your living room staring at the white wall but sitting under the tree, basking in the tangerine hues of evening sun, mind sailing along the tranquil ripples of the lapping lake aside, soul brimming in solace - serendipity of sakura season

    Sipping on your cold coffee, you walk the lit up streets near the London bridge with a black backpack and a brown shaded camera. Among the crowds cuddling and cackling, immersing themselves in festivities, someone catches your eye, a person who feels like personification of light. Radiating sunshine rays and redolence of red rose. Their scent attracts as well as calms you, tempts you to lean towards the source of the aura, an anonymous Aurora. When they leave with the crowd at last, you're left with scintillating sensations, a serenading scenery, a seraphic story and a soulful song that your soul will rewind... again and again...

    When you open your eyes, you'll wonder how these places are still alive in the sunshade corner of your mind. And you'll realize how much you miss a person you don't know, who feels like poetry to your soul.

    When love kicks open the doors of your heart
    Know that, you're already a poet, worshipping art
    Bringing back places that hold memories, fragrances and emotions
    Penning proses and poesies to relive the euphoria of meeting someone special

    People leave, but places don't, likewise
    Poets leave, but poetries don't
    They're alive breathing, blooming
    Zephyr swirl lexicons
    Blue metaphors bloom
    White light rhymes shine
    Pink clouds pause
    Words heal
    Hearts

    Scents stored and felt sensibilities
    Sense fond and suppository fantasies
    Former makes scenery eternal
    Latter makes syllables immortal

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz


    AH (◕ᴗ◕✿)❤ Thank you so much for Repost @writersnetwork ����

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 32w

    Miraquill ! @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #miraquill #writersnetwork #ak_wov
    #attic #wod #pod #sijo #wov5
    (/sijo/ 15-14-16 = 45 syllables)

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    18 June 2021 4.05 pm


    Musings Macabre ~

    An eventide of turbulence amidst tranquility pulled my heart to the dusty corner of forgotten cobwebs
    Seeking creaky stairs that led to the attic creeping with cumulus clouds of nostalgia

    / Slanted roofs sliding and slithering far cry of choking past
    Trunk chest holding souvenirs of woebegone yesteryears
    Ailing attic, wailing woes, musings of time immemorial /

    Atmosphere stuffed with silent screams and violent tears, wallowing solace
    Aesthetic slicing veins of memoirs and bleeding forbidden love, weeping solitude

    Folded fans with forlorn wind snoring on rusted wings, trailing specks of silence
    Broken furnitures conjuring ghostly touches of once breathing lives, yearning breathless rage
    Lamps robbed of light, ceilings where forsaken dreams hanged themselves, swaying stillborn time
    Symphonies slumbering on crashed black and white piano tiles, breeding cacophony
    Bedridden desires bedecked with crawling cravings, extending arms of horrendous hope
    Touchwood easels etched with scars by timely wedges, confetti of dust dancing on dread
    Bald paintbrushes, centuries cemented colors and crusted canvases
    Dreamcatchers wielding luggage of nine lives longing wanderlust reveries
    An attic brimming with cloudy grey smokes and frozen fog of melancholia

    With determination alien to my dreadful heart,
    I unearth the antic excavations of my attic
    The treasure chest buried in layers of fears and nailed with lava tears
    Sealed with the stamps of rejection and glue of ignorance, forbidding trespassing curiosities
    Now lay revealed afront, begging seclusion as well as screaming dissection
    Diaries veiling void, pungent with rotten memories and verses poignant with forgotten lullabies
    Scribbles of scorching emotions that evaded listeners
    Cotton patch polaroids and band aids verses on fatal time-stabbed wounds
    Clotting metaphors in bleeding ink, beguiling lexicons and pirouetting pauses
    Corroded calligraphy, tear smudged and grief chained alphabets
    Crispy stinking dried flowers with copper shadows of collided lives

    I feel lives that withered like once cherished blossoms, then fallen funereal flowerets
    I feel the touch of transience on befallen autumnal leaves, now dried dead dreams
    I feel nuances of shared breath and sinking bonds, buried in the ocean beds

    I feel the afterlife in the cemetery of estranged lives, in caskets of crestfallen faces, assassinated facades and skeletal smiles that would bloom as dreadful dyphillias in haunting midnights

    Night is still young as I leave them to escape the touch of time, saving the rush of rage
    It's easy to renovate rusty ruins in the cloak of ravishing fantasies by stiching new dreams and sewing lost hope
    But hard to revive the essence of seraphic souls
    rebirth the traits of tenebrousity and
    resurrect the rubies of renaissance

    // Screaming skeletons of saudade sensibilities
    In auburn attic with turquoise treasures
    Pristine sepulchre of precious scenery //

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 32w

    #haikusonnet #wov4 #multiverse #wod #pod #ak_wov

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    17 June 2021 1.15 pm

    Purple Tears ~

    Tears and dewdrop met
    Cascading lone tear, Amors'
    Valley of gloom cheeks

    Cumulus clouds grey
    Mourned along, pouring, soaking,
    Wet wasteland of yore

    When rain drenched his heart
    Blues of Melancholy met
    Greens of Petrichor

    Pungent and pleasant
    Nadir and zenith mixed
    Welkin shed gold tears

    Glossy grief in multiverse
    Love and loss lingers in Verse

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    In one universe, rain is God's golden tears
    In another, blues and greens form purple tears
    In every universe, glossy tears have varied hues

    Ethereal life's
    Eternal elixirs made
    Scintilla of Grace

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

    Thank you so much for EC ����

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 32w

    #shadorma #wov3 #spice #wod #spicy #ak_wov
    #alliteration #ak_alliterations
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    16 June 2021 9. 05 pm

    Shadorma - 3 5 3 3 7 5

    " The marks humans leave are too often scars. "
    - John Green

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 32w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #autobiography #wod #pod #sonnet #tanka #quinzain
    #wov2 #ak_sonnets #ak_prose

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    15 June 2021 5. 30 pm

    Hydrangea - Meaning water vessels, Hydria in Greek
    Blue Hydrangeas - Apology, Gratitude, Understanding
    Nickname - Change Rose

    SONNET XIV - ABAB CDCD EFEF GG 14 lines 10 syllables
    Prose Autobiography
    Tanka 5 7 5 7 7
    Quinzain 7 5 3
    ________________


    Hymns of Hydrangea ~

    Early spring smooched heart of shrubs evergreen
    Water vessels of seeds in plant's womb rose
    Celestial corymbs then blossomed serene
    At tail end of longing stems sweet buds chose

    Flower head, panacea of solitude
    Cwtching souls in bloom, like delicate petals
    Unity essence, unrobe multitude
    Showy rings, dipped in vivid hues sepals

    Emotions heartfelt waft efflorescence
    Express agony and apology
    Enumerate each style inflorescence
    Thanks, Grace, Purity, Romance, Royalty

    If these blooms could tell tales, each breath in art
    They'd whisper, " You're the beat of my heart '

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    I was born, a cerulean celestial corymb among the
    valley of solitude when early spring smooched the silent shrubs, impregnating them with multitude
    flowerets fated to sing blue balladries, pen dulcet sonnets and annoint apologies and etch heartfelt eulogies.
    As I arose to the warm golden rays tickling my delicate petals, delightful euphoria showered the silent valley in bliss. Plethora of my petals bowed to the benevolence of spring enunciating my gratitude.
    Flutter-bys with frail wings aroused in my seeds, a forbidden love. Zephyr caressed my hues, blessing me with panacea of heartache.

    Eventually eventide arrived and along with that his soft footsteps. An ethereal prince homing crystal galaxies in his orbs. Soft rays of sunset glistening the dripping pools in them and silver rivulets cascading down his cheeks, streams of grief.
    He chose me among millions of florets in our valley, chanting hymns of loveless hearts. He whispered to my heart, an apology to his frozen inamorata, their broken bond which I'm to bend with my spells.

    Holding me close to his beating heart, I could listen to all his truths untold. He lost himself chasing the reflection of a kaleidoscope, a loosen kite in the endless empyrean.
    His heart ached for how his amor resembled me, her heart dying thirsty of his love, negligence fading nuances of life in her soul.

    Unbeknownst to me, he had walked into a forsaken valley of death. A flowery casket awaiting him in the half-lit corner. The last of Moonbeams revealed her pale face, a breathless beauty.
    He laid me on her bosom, tears falling like over-pouring rain. With my last breath I mend the broken bond of love by bridging a broken heart with a deadbeat one.

    / You're the beat of his heart /

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    He cwtched my frail form
    Apologizing amor
    Frozen in casket
    My last breath as adorned wreath
    Life lost, not his love for her

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    Change rose thirsty of lost love
    Can forlorn love bloom ?
    Can love lose ?


    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

    Thank you so much for EC ����

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 32w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #rainbow #wod #pod #cinquain #invertedacrostic #wov1

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    15 June 2021 5.10 am

    / Cinquain 24682 - In Seasons
    5 Cinquain & an Inverted Acrostic /


    Sun ~

    Sun shine
    Resplendent rays
    Illuminating days
    Serene scintilla of splendour
    Gold mine

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    Leaves ~

    Dead leaves
    Auburn Autumn
    Shedding dried confetti
    Awaiting angelic apron
    Mend hopes

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    Snow ~

    Snow flakes
    Frozen florets
    Crystalline silvery
    Velvet veil all over, melting
    Heart beats

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    Posy ~

    Sweet Spring
    Beauty blossoms
    Cuddling shrubs and cwtching seeds
    Adorning uni-verse bloom words
    Scent cling

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    Rain ~

    Pours down
    Dulcet drizzle
    Melancholic musings
    Cathartic tears of tragedy
    Pains drown

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    Rainbow ~

    Wondrous wall of the high empyrean aplomb
    Opens up afront in awe inspiring holistic hues
    Benevolently bewitching and breaching bleakness
    Nullifying negligence and nourishing nuances vital
    Iris awakens to iridescent imagines to inspire
    Abyss of artistry, avid spirits with Vibgyor ventures
    Rustic runes engraved renaissance to resplendent
    r a i n b o w s

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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