Accompaniment

Even when alone
the rhythm of
cooking
once begun
takes over the
hand
possessed
with a mind
to press the
play button
of acoustics.

New reality

Bits of earth thumped up causing the man dressed in formals to bounce. A half crow bar held him in place. With a little bit of synchrony, their hither thither could have been a folk dance. Like the swing transferred to a person from a long wooden pestle pounded into a mortar.

Attire at work

Even with the acacia blooms
the paved path seems
barren without the
warm sage bushes

Work of orange crew
big black gloves
and gardening shears

A tall man stamps
the ground with his feet
and fiddles with a
half crowbar

With his formals
he could pass of
as an engineer of
the building he is
working by

With his light blue gloves
that stop at the wrists
he could be a researcher
in a lab working with
a fine pollination needle

The soil didnt seem stabbed
and there lay a bush that didnt
at the beginning of the week.

Engulfed in thoughts

Huddled in sleep
I could fit an
infant's mosquito net.

When Mirror and Scissor pair

Recall the frustrating moments when you get nothing for something. Thats how I felt many years ago walking out of a hair cuttig place. I wanted the expert to do something about the hair falling into my eyes. Temporarily she pinned it up and chopped the rest not nagging part. All I needed for the big change was a mirror and scissors. And there I had, the result of my handiwork, two bumps of hair right in the front of the head. Nothing short of another hair cut could save my face for the next day at work. And thats how I had a boy cut since then for a whole of six or more years..

Cutting hair sure requires skill.

In response to a prose piece below

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WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry


Dragon Blogger - “The Golden Tooth” - Random word poem about a fable of an old woman who grew a golden tooth.


Zorlone - “The Cross” - This is a poem I wrote way back in 1993 with some revisions. I was inspired to make this when lent started.


Himri - “Green grain” - About 'life' in a seed.

Prose / Life Stories


artist victoria o'neill - “Cuttiing Your Hair and Drawing on Yourself” - About self expression.

Fiction


H. Benjamin Petrie - “I Really Couldn't Say” - A short story about a guy going to visit a girl and waiting around with her brother for her to get home.

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Tear from the cheek of a repentant old sinner*

Replace all the
contortions of kids
with a calm face

and audio of a
rhythmic dragging up
the voice to make
it more effective

picking up the
oscillations
before they dampen
too much

with mute
Tears of Adults
beautiful
silent
Vestigial.


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*Iolanthe

How I came across a Choka poem

While going over the to be
WOOF Contest – Top Picks

About Writing

Writing Nag - “No More Walks In the Woods” - How can taking a break help you in your writing life? And a poem becomes a lyric. Getting away from writing can actually inspire you.

True Story


Hopeful Spirit - “Affirmation of Faith” - A true story about a sign . . . of faith, belief, and hope.

Poetry


Himri - “Somewhere between a bud and a bloom” - About organic growth and its influence.


Jennifer M Scott - “Substantial Inhibition” - A Choka poem on getting older and keep on looking for better days.


Robert - “Icy Torrent” - A poem of questions.

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Taste of Past

The water at Luxus Encinitas
smelt like sugar cane juice in India
squeezed with lemon.

crystal cove park CA

I ask why is there blue in the shells?
A nice blue.
But the ones stuck on the rocks are, different sized closed shells, the big ones looking creepy.

Bikers in CA

There are two kinds of bikers in CA.
ones with the helmet and bikers suit
and the others with surf boards.

Frequent Answerers

The beach's ever returning waves are a constant answer to an unposed question.
With the moldable sand that I scooped, with my hand, I made what could have been friums made from boiled rice, first dried in scoops under the sun and then fried for relish. With more scoops, a small well began to form. When the wave, had enough strength to reach me, it smoothed the scoops
and made it look like birds eye view of AZ.

language of few syllables

From the hermitage, it looks like theres something between the water and cliffs. Its light and mind together in illusion.For those around water, everything should be made of it. When far things are seen, the only symbols that come to mind, either a ship or a light house.

swamis beach encinitas CA

Green grain*

Paddy fields from past
Raw green sheaves
have juice at the top
like fibre optic tree.
But the ripe brown
ones have solid grains
very different from
the final polished color
we eat

A crushed coriander
seed has lost it all
the power to grow.

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*The writing Experiment: Strategies for Innovative Creative Writing

Two writers

You cannot be
on a vacation
and be on the
hike you will miss.

You cannot overlay
another you
being who you are.

A pen with
many color refills
in it
writes in one at a time.

Easily reached Balance

As you rev up
your energy
to do a workout
so does your appetite.

Overcooking

You can never cook enough
As you make it
so is intake.

When a new combination
of veggies works
its fun.
So is watching a recipe.

But even armed with
a recipe
its tough to match
the need for cooking
that grows like a mushroom.

Somewhere between a bud and a bloom

When a peanut grows
It sends out leaves
in groups of four
The leaves growout at an angle.

When I saw its white tap root
stick into the ground
preventing me from just
snapping it from
the pot of earth

I knew that it wasnt any peanut
that could have gone
into cooked rice flakes
and ended up nowhere.

It belonged to the earth
like a magnet.

Undiscouraged, the imp in me
split the seed in half
with skin still hanging to each half

kidneys connected to the system.
only the water goes in
to these kidneys.
and they grow by splitting.
An unlike fusion.