Time Paradox (a Fib)

Image taken from @SpaceLiminalBot at twitter




time too lost.

While paradox grins,

emptiness still waits…faithfully

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 7. The prompt is to write a poem in the form of a Fib. A Fib is a six-line stanza, with 1/1/2/3/5/8 syllable counts.


On a barren day like today
the lure nagged more than usual
gnawing the inside of my brain greedily
little I could do to stop it
I feel like grabbing the car key
take off without anything in hands
except an old heart and a pitiful mind
they're broken anyway, just like the rest 
what to lose	

On a gray day like today
would be nice to see colors again, perhaps
meeting and mixing new ones this time around, 
or walk bare feet on grass, the wind teasing and 
kissing my toes, I’ll happily let out a giggle
I think the world is calling but I’m frozen
deaf inside and outside, unable to move
what I would do to sit behind the wheel again
and drive away without destination in mind 
just let go 

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 6 (no prompt)

MLMM Photo Challenge #361


Photo by Aaron Hilborn from Pexels

Was there ever a time
when we weren't lost?
When knowing exactly what we 
want was a snap of fingers
When people no longer dancing to
the tune of regrets or doubt
When desire no longer have to be caged
in our head, but free to explore anytime
When we fall in love without any worries the
ground beneath would disappear someday
When we don't ever have to ask again
why am I here

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 5 (prompt free)

Talk to Me

2021 Photo Challenge # 4

Image belong to the author of this blog, Erlyn Olivia

You raise and nurture me

but must I become old

You set the stage for me

but must I live in yours

You teach me to listen

but must I lose all my reasons

You told me to color inside the line

but my mind wants to fly across all lines

Will you always put barrier around my crib

and stop me from ever falling

Or will you give me the freedom

to fight my own demon

I pray you could listen

so we won’t be missen

And if only I could speak

I’d whisper, I’m your gift          

2021 Photography Challenge – Talk to Me

A Lone Soul

“A Lone Soul”. Image sketched and owned by author of this blog, Erlyn Olivia


cold frost still lingers

lichening wildly on vines

the lone spirit stands


naked and lonely

it whistles tirelessly

summoning love birds

Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge no. 215 – Poet’s Choice! This time I offer you another sketch of a tree and two haikus to accompany the sketch. Hence, what I actually offer this time is a haiga. Haiga is a haiku accompanied by a picture. Haiga, haiku, well, in reality the separation line is very thin. What’s more important is to enjoy making it.

On the Loose

Image credit to Lance Anderson on Unsplash

A man came back from the gym

Find a big surprise waiting for him

Where is my house, he rants

At last, off the market thence?

Nay, missus said – wind took it for a spin

Evening news, the anchor announces,

“We’d like to bring you the news

A house just left and gone

Call if it lands on your lawn

Warning, house is dangerous — y’know, loose screws”

This is my very first time making Limerick poems. Here’s a few information about Limericks from Literary Devices:

A limerick is a poem that consists of five lines in a single stanza with a rhyme scheme of AABBA. Most limericks are intended to be humorous, and many are considered bawdy, suggestive, or downright indecent. The subject of limericks is generally trivial or silly in nature. Most limericks are considered “amateur” poetry due to their short length and relatively simplistic structure. However, this does not take away from reader enjoyment of this literary device. With traditional limericks, the first, second, and fifth lines feature the same verbal rhythm, rhyme, and have seven to ten syllables. The third and fourth lines must rhyme (differently from the rhyme of lines one, two, and five), feature the same rhythm, and have five to seven syllables.

There are some very funny limericks out there which can be easily found by using google.

Thank you to Sadje for picking the best image so far for WDYS Challenge #70. When I saw the image above, right away I knew a limerick(s) is calling me. So there, I tried it.


Image credit to Lucas Albuquerque

Lone soul in bare night

A beacon, beckoning love

Pride, in world so lost


has many faces.

When finally unveiled,

invokes fragility amidst pride,

blocking one from admitting.

My reaction in the form of haiku and gogyahka to an invoking image and challenge from Sadje’s What Do You See #69.