January’s prompt by Beyond the Box required us to write Poetry/ Prose without the letter E. Here’s my take in Poetry and Prose
๐๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ญ
๐ง๐ถ๐๐น๐ฒ : ๐ฆ๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป
Far away โmidst chromatic sky,
Mon Amour! You and I shall sail with spirits high,
Watching rising sun during hours of dawn,
Holding your arms I’ll quill songs all morn,
Counting stars on starlit nights,
Our loving souls will waltz with might,
Walking hand in hand, through all hardships,
Our rosy days shall waft with blooming tulips,
With rhapsody of passion unifying us,
You and I shalt harbor bliss rapturous,
Painting a canvas with colors prismatic,
Mon Amour! Our story will always soar with ballads romantic.
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๐๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ฎ
๐ ๐ช๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐๐บ๐ถ๐๐ต’๐ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ป๐
I walk. I stomp. I think. But words don’t flow. AgainโฆI fail. What’s wrong?! Plots sink. Wayward iambs go sour and capricious rhythms turn cacophonous. Is it a mark of doomsday? Chilly air and mist looms in sight and shrouds my mind. Why, O why? I’m turning mad.
I look up. I look down. I squint. Finally, across my glass window a mighty oak thankfully signals in colors crimson and auburn.
A young man and woman lovingly draw initials on its bark. Voila! A plot floats. Inspiration finds its way.
Ink flows from my quill. What follows is a cataclysmic tsunami of words. A romantic ballad oozing with passion. I put my quill down and sigh.
Inspirationโit’s hard for bards and all wordsmiths. A tryst with words, an undying bond with a fictional world is what all of us wish for and pray. Our brains toil hard to portray works of fiction by whipping plots from day to day inspirations.
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Word count : 160
Glad to have been chosen the winner.