Everyday Inspiration, Day Four: A story In a Simple Image

Day Four: A story in a simple image

#everyday inspiration, day four

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This image reminds me of the time,

I used  to   wait for the train,

it was called ‘Green arrow,’ from the time

it entered the station, the porters and the passengers,

would hurry to board it, it stopped at our station,

only  for three minutes.

When I think about it I  wonder how did I manage,

to board the train in such a short time?

Now when I look back I say,”it must have been a dream!”

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Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Device: Simile

Wikipedia image of Chawk Bazaar road, Comilla

 

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I’ve made countless journey on this road

It was impassable when the flood overflowed

It looked more like a river and less like a road

This was the story I was often told!

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Comilla brings back memories when I was a child

Our days were filled with laughter,

When we behaved like animals in the wild.

Mom warned she’d take over,

If we didn’t stop acting like animals in the wild!

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There were hardly much traffic on this road,

Which is why we chose to to be so bold.

We ran in the middle we jogged on the side,

It made mom crazy watching us glide!

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We said, mom, “the road is as quiet as a mouse,

Do not worry you stay in the house.”

Did she listen to us, of course she did not?

She dragged us in even if we fought!

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This was my town which I miss

I’m sure I won’t find another so bliss.

It was as peaceful like the truce,

where no one ever  dared to abuse!

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Writing : Intro to Poetry, Day Four: Journey

 

A long road, running in to the horizon

Enhance your poem with a SIMILE

Our journey felt as warm as the morning sun

The further we went the clouds above spoiled our fun

Still we were optimistic it will change

But unfortunately the heavy clouds

Fell as rain like nature was dropping

Buckets of water.

It was a perfect transformation from

Dry to wet.

We kept our mind cool

Continued  driving like a fool.

But the nightmare continued as our

Car hit something heavy

The gas tank needle turned to empty.

We checked the map to find a gas station

Nothing to worry the man said

The impact bent your tank

We were not quite satisfied

Resumed driving until we reached

Our destination.

I told my husband you liked the color

lemon, well it proved it  really

is as sour as a lemon!

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Writing 101, Day, four: Seconds

“Life moves very fast , It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.”  ___ Paulo Coelho

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Image from Wikipedia.

The seconds in the clock is flashing by,

My life’s work is not complete I sigh.

Who will help me I wonder?

The moving hand makes me ponder!

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Get your work done as soon as you can,

My mind tells me, “I am your fan,

Your life’s clock is turned but once,

When will it stop? in seconds or in  this instance?”

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None of us know when the life’s clock will stop,

It is better we complete our work till we drop.

It’s a pessimistic way of looking at things,

Can’t we pause for the seconds  hand to ring?

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Our  nature really is very strange,

We  don’t care  if we act a bit  deranged.

Until the seconds clock strikes at our door,

Announcing, “it’s your  turn  now , you  have  no time anymore!”

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My  thoughts   go back to childhood days,

“Was I good , I wonder,” no, my mind proclaims?

“It’s too late now,” the seconds hand warns,

“For the Angel of death is here,” it mourns  !

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Writing 101, Day Four: A story in a single image

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Crowd in transit station

For this use one of the images above as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use as the setting for a story or poem,write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.

A crowd in transit station

Brings back memories of yesteryear

When I was a student with no care

Moving along without hesitation!

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How wonderful those days had been

Makes me think if I could go back

And feel the warmth and view the scene

What more could I want from life’s sack!

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But my mind tells me to look

For  my future and not the past

As wonderful as it was I should let it off the hook

It’s best to move on  and see   what comes at last!

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Here I am today, watching travelers

Carrying over-sized bags and their umbrellas

In a hurry to get in before other passengers

I wish I can say, no worries   fellas!

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There will be more trains

  For you to get on  board

If you miss this one do not strain

Be calm trust me  you I  assure!

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