ideas, twirling tortuously in the tempest of her mindscape,
whilst nuanced notions gruesomely groped for a placid perch;
“What legacy will I write?
What myth will be written of me?”
such were the questions she pondered,
as her spirit took to flight,
whilst the clock leapt four steps at a time—
…twenty…twenty-four, …
Source: Pixabay
With the dawn of a new year and the unveiling of another glorious chapter in our lives, I do wish you rapturous moments spewing from your quills as you turn aspirations into reality with the aid of love bestowed by friends and family. I also wish you the strength and clarity to overcome the fewer hurdles that will inevitablylay before us and come 2025 Eve, we’ll have many good memories to reflect upon.
as ember-lit words, strike the depths of brimstone hearts, pain turns to ashes.
I’d like to express my gratitude to everyone whose works have served as a source of upliftment amidst troubling times and also inspired a vast community of readers. Do accept my heartfelt thanks and have a lovely week ahead. Ciao!
kissed by a whirlwind, her life’s leaf turned thrice over— twenty… twenty-three.
Source: Pixabay
Now for most, the New-year New-me bells toll, and the resolutions made are so clear that they could usurp the 8K UHD pixels, lol. For some, however, little doubts about the new year surface after succumbing to the daunting trials and tribulations encountered over the last three years.
What I’d like to say is that experiencing these challenges seems almost inevitable over a year, but how we react to them, with the help of loved ones and support from each other, is what determines the extent of the ups and downs faced, and the subsequent amusement of the thrilling roller coaster ride.
Nonetheless, I’d like to wish you a happy new year riddled with superfluous crests and the fortitude to overcome the sparse troughs, hoping that come December 31st, 2023, we’d reflect with a gleeful grin on our faces saying, “What a wonderful year”. Do stay blessed as always. Ciao.
The portrayal of a yawning child with graphite pencils on Bristol vellum paper (Portrait Reference)
Back in school, I learned that fascinating mnemonic in biology, MR NIGER D, (Movement, Respiration, Nutrition, Irritability, Growth, Excretion, Reproduction, and Death) that depicts the unique characteristics of living things. Growing up and being handed presents containing both the bliss and vicissitudes of life, I realized more traits exist (e.g., tiredness), and here’s why.
Athletes can feel weary with that over 25-mile marathon, the excruciating 90 minutes of football, or that intense tennis match that’s decided on a tie-breaker. However, tiredness can transcend the realms of the physical into the depths of our mindscape.
A few students are tired of studying during the day while having to work endless night shifts to make ends meet or pay their tuition. There is the mental fatigue that accompanies the tiring psychometrics and assessments a recent graduate must surpass to land that first skilled job. Some people are exhausted from burning the midnight candle to chase that elusive success, while others who are keen to burn the candle are tired of seeking ways to purchase the match that sets it aflame, as the cost of living blows off the roof. Sighs!
Yes, it’s true life sometimes neglects the bed of roses on which our desires lay by handing us jagged knives and bayonets to fight her unending battles, and that in itself makes one fed up with existence. However, the conscientious are tired of how these battles are fought with the handed weaponry, as knives are no longer used to dice the fruits of our labour but to cut corners and stab the backs that feed us.
Where do we go from here? That’s a question I’m tired of pondering over. Thus, I decided to portray my feelings with graphite pencils on Bristol vellum. I am satisfied with my portrayal of this yawning child, particularly after a long while of drawing, which I could blame on a little emotional exasperation, hence my extended break.
I hope moving forward, I’d have the vigor to carry on my artistic journey to keep creating content for you, my supportive reader. Thanks for sticking around, and until next time, Ciao!
Lonely atop the firmament, where bodies seemed ever distant in space, he became a hot-head for love, scorching every affectionate being beneath him, including the ravishing Miss Flora, whose petals clung haplessly onto her twigs, as they slowly died of thirst.
Grumbles sprouted from his fiery seeds, sown in the field of God’s creation; but the sea, however, who dazzled in a luscious rippled dress, effused warmth towards him, garnered from his searing hazel aura.
Hours passed, and the day’s darkness crescendoed, but, he intermittently found love gleams as he met the sea’s azure gaze; with her belly dances to the wind’s rhythm, subtly sweeping him off his feet, thus, felling him off his high horse, right into her arms — and in a brief moment of ecstasy, he could finally see their love, etched in the stars.
Photo source: Pixabay
P.S: Barring his somewhat villainous role in this writing, the sun will always remain a haughty dear; however, when years stand still, he tends to traverse the orbit of quirky imaginative planets😅.
Feel free to check out my previous Sunfall version, and also The Monarchs for more Autumn-themed writings. Thanks for reading and do have a blessed week ahead.
days may have crumbled, with the night star ushering defeats past to light, but with that mustard seed of faith, sown in love’s heavenly blue battlefield, we shall rise forth, to mirthful morning glories.
A very wonderful New year to you and yours I pray, with all yearned goals coming to pass🙏🥳. As always, do remain blessed.
afloat on crisp sands whilst bathed in Sun’s mirth showers, she hears gulls chatter as troubled tides ebb to sleep; thence she knew, that life’s a beach.
Feel free to also read and share your thoughts on By The Sea (Haiku version), as you bask in the merriments of the lovely week ahead. Ciao!
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