when the sea births love,
and the sun falls deep for her,
night and light turns one.
Here’s the link to my first Sunfall post from two years ago. Feel free to read and share your thoughts. Stay safe and blessed.
Cheemnonso
Sunfall II. (Haiku)
Tag: #metaphor
A New Dawn II
A short story
As her world spun still,
dreamy days flew by,
and the Earth slowly grew giddy.
With defenses now laying bare,
space-grey goblins came scything down her core,
and every milky taste she once had of her galaxy
became a forlorn memory.
Darkness crescendoed
and, alas,
from her seven siblings,
she became estranged.
However, there lived a being;
a bright beaming being,
who always stood firm by her,
and ran circles around her adversities,
thence,
illuminating her dimming mien,
and after three sixty six days
of twirling and courtship,
a new child is born.
A Happy New year to you, and may all your wishes yearned come true🥳🙏.
Cheemnonso
The Journey. (Senryū)
En route to our dreams,
we procure one-way tickets
through neon nightmares.
The question, however, becomes: “How much are you willing to pay for this trying travel?”
Cheemnonso™
All Hallows’ Eve. (Tanka)
Haunted by the past,
and the eerie sands of time,
hopes of days unborn,
blow over in mere mindscapes—
Life’s desolate trick or treat.
Happy Halloween🎃.
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Cheemnonso™
The Monarchs.
Summer’s scorching reign was over, and the world finally became a stage for the succeeding princess. High hopes were held of her and the events of her coronation as documented in a lost journal reads;
As the sun crowned autumn,
with a fitting tiara bathed in gold,
whistling winds blew their bagpipes,
tree twigs swayed softly in the melodious aura,
and lush leaves fell fatuously
in deference to her majesty;
Alas, not all subjects agreed to bend the knee,
for they feared the land’s drought may never cease,
and how did the new queen respond?
Well, she sicced her soldiers on them.
Cheemnonso™
The Beauts
There’s the graceful allure of august auroras,
and the radiance of a splendid sun,
seeing through the teardrops of heaven;
There’s the ravishing bloom of pink cherry blossoms,
and the artsy resplendence,
weaved into the plumes of swirling macaws;
There’s the last golden smile of a summer sunset,
and the stunning dazzle of the moon and stars,
enlivening the gorgeous collage of the night sky;
but, of all the beauties mother nature has borne,
you, my dear, will forever be second to none.
Cheemnonso™
The Goblet of Solace. (Haiku)
when days turn sombre,
as the night dims the sun’s smile,
the moon doles out milk.
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Do stay positive in the midst of adversity, and as always, have a lovely day.
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Cheemnonso™
Liberty
…through the keyhole of her confines, she sees how poor the world has become; Thence, she mutters;
can one ever really be free,
when all that lingers in captivity’s dust,
is the thin veiled irony,
wheezing, “Freedom cometh at a cost”?
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Cheemnonso™
Ode to Music
I’ve seen the colour of music;
yellow like a budding sunflower,
with blotted petals clothed in tumeric;
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I’ve treaded her country, so idyllic;
where love and lust tastes sweet and sour,
and the dreams bequeathed inspire moments of magic;
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I’ve heard her melody, so angelic;
easing my nightmares in the darkest hour
as the crickets chirp a solemn panegyric;
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and when I feared my world grew paralytic,
with pain urging me to cower,
she became a soothing analgesic;
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Alas, the tale she tells can sometimes seem cryptic,
as her throbbing pulses conceal its true power,
and her wordings can sometimes be toxic,
like a fierce fanged hound geared to devour;
still, I’ll forever be in awe of her alluring mystique,
for she has given me a thousand reasons to stay poetic.
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Cheemnonso™
The Colouring Book. (Haiku)
…bleeding on knife-edge whilst waiting on the dawn of life’s beauty, a voice whispered within…
as life mirrors art,
days may seem sketchy and gray,
till you smear crayons.
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Cheemnonso™
The Starling Artist. (Haiku)
The Gambler’s Love. (Haiku)
…with hopes he played his cards right, he said to her…
hello, dear diamond,
come abide by my frail heart,
let’s make a full house.
Cheemnonso™
The Spokespersons. (Haiku)
With tongues sunken deep,
the flowers sang serenades
of her loved ones gone.
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Cheemnonso™
A New Dawn. (Tanka)
Blank pages flipping,
quaint quills dancing in the wind,
while ink drowns in mirth
as a new chapter dawns forth—
so, what story will you write?
A very glorious and wonderful New year to you.
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Cheemnonso™
The Monodrama. (Tanka)
Sombre seas, the stage;
mournful clouds, the audience;
stern sun, the spotlight—
he oars through his pool of tears,
with none to ease his burdens.
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Cheemnonso™
The Fashionista. (Haiku)
On Earth’s green carpet,
the gallant gull struts her stuff—
nature’s top model.
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Cheemnonso™
