Nature’s Calling: A Naani

If grief’s a black smoke
we’ll all be blind now.
Killings, murders, hate
are they nature’s calling?
Or we’re just all fan of dying?

Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 21.

The Naani is a stanzaic form found at Shadow Poetry and is most often an observation of human relations or current events although it can be open to any subject. Naani means “an expression of one and all”. The stanza form was introduced by Dr. N. Gopi an administrator at the Teluga University.

The defining features of the Naani are:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.
  • syllabic, with a total syllable count of between 20 and 25 syllables.

Game Birds’ Hunters

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We are the game birds.
Violence are our hunters.
Guns and armaments,
deliver brute, bloody deaths.
Men love killing each other.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

In response to Elsie of Ramblings of a Writer’s Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge – Week 11 – Game Birds.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Take the two words “Game Birds” and write a Tanka Poem.

  • Tanka consists of five units, usually with the following pattern of    5-7-5-7-7 which is syllables.

The Fallen

No one wanted to go down, so I volunteered. I’ve been here for three days only but I now know why my friends begged me to think twice. I have helped random people thrice. I never got a “thank you” even once.

I helped an old man cross the street, he stared at my face and gave a mischievous grin before he left. I helped a mother pick her baby’s fallen rattle. She hurriedly grabbed it and whispered with disgust, “snatcher”. My last try was with a teenage boy whose lifting a humongous box. He just laughed and let me lift it on my own.

With three failed tries, I am now stoned. Broken and armless. Yet my heart’s in full bliss. I’ve fallen from heaven to earth to show humans little kindness. Three have showed ungratefulness.

But they are just a small percent of these beings I still love and believed in, and I’m not giving up on them.

Word count: 160

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Phylor


NOTE: My mind’s churning something gruesome and dark when I saw this photo but I’ve posted a lot of sad pieces recently so… I showed this photo to my Dearest and asked what could be written out of an armless statue. So.. voila! 😀

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) June 07, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

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