poetry

Poetry Reading by Aruna Gurumurthy

Those who follow my blog, know about this wonderful poet. For those who have missed this here’s an exciting event coming up!

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On June 30, 4-6 p.m. there will be a Poetry Reading by none other than Aruna Gurumurthy, author of 6 going on 7 books of poetry. She will be reading from her newest book Simplicity Beckons and selected poems from her other books.

As one who has listened to Aruna read, I can say it was a treat. Later, I interviewed Aruna and you can see the video here:

If you are in the Raleigh NC area, the event will be held at:

New World Cafe
4112 Pleasant Valley Rd, Suite 124, Raleigh, North Carolina 27612

They have delicious beverages, pastries, salads, sandwiches etc.

That’s June 30 from 4 to 6 p.m.

Here’s the Facebook link in case you would like to RSVP

poetry, Short Fiction

Briefly Speaking

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Briefly Speaking

Carrying his father’s worn, leather briefcase, Henry walked into the bar, “Set me up Jock, I need relief,” and off Jock went to fetch Henry’s favorite, on the rocks, and placed a napkin and the drink in front of the sad-looking gentleman, Jock knew all too well, as a regular in the bar, Henry divulged many secrets to his bartender and they were kept well in Jock’s memory bank, although there had been brief moments when he wrote them down, just in case Henry needed to retrieve something in his gray matter, that’s what friends are for, to keep things safe for when you need them and, well, so much more, Jock was that kind of friend, Henry knew this and depended on Jock’s wisdom from time to time, longing for answers to questions left in the dust of Henry’s life, even more nagging at his soul, so that’s why he needed scotch and Jock and the bar and bar mates and his dad’s briefcase, that was where he kept the secrets that only he could share, when he shared them, so that’s what Jock helped him with – keeping secrets – Jock being such a good friend and all.

Jock wrote a story
it was called secrets I know
it was very brief

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Wednesday Poetry Prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides

For today’s prompt, write a brief poem. Sure, the poem itself can be brief (in the sense that it’s very concise). But the poem could be about a brief event. Or it could feature a briefcase or involve a media briefing. As always, take it wherever you wish!

poetry, Short Fiction, short story

Mountain Climbing – Six Sentence Story

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Mountain Climbing

Approaching mountains challenges my inner ilk; What force would propel and what would cause slouching at angst of faltering, of falling down and never getting up? Classified as an elder, gray woman, will my will to be more become too overwhelming or would the fence allow a reasonable gate to let me inside? Cast away within the shadows of fear, it is easy to fall back and find solace in the coolness and the warmth of simply being. Until anxiety allows a surge of action, this fear takes hold and rules every decision made for my own demise. With this it is clear that the only way to take on a mountain is to get up, take my rod, tread forward, one step at a time, spiraling to the top.

taking in the light
permitting the light to glow
follow me on high

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There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story for this week in Haibun style. You can join in by going to this LINK

Here’s the challenge:
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: MOUNTAIN

poetry, Uncategorized

No Negativity Here

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No Negativity Here

Trying to find the worse in you
makes finding the best even better
It’s hard to find what is not there
so does it really matter?
Calamity even has it’s perks
so why bother trying to turn this?
Just live life as it offers up
and accept that it truly can be bliss

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This is response to the Wednesday prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides

For today’s prompt, write a negative poem. In this poem, maybe everything goes wrong. Or maybe everything could go wrong. Perhaps, this is a poem about subtraction. And remember, positive poets: a double negative makes a positive!

poetry, short story

Goalie – Six Sentence Story

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 Goalie – It’s an Acrostic Six

Getting into position, staying at their post for 60 long minutes, spanning over time.
Only one place to hold, that place requires several movements unbelievable to the       common person.
All of at least seven points of view, this important player must maintain a stance.
Leaning forward, backwards, sideways, sometimes upside down, acrobatic skills are a   must.
Ice turning into slush, grating under the blades, taunting the slide into chunky     challenged glides, all while preventing a score.
Ending is the beginning of success or not and the goalie has one more important thing to   accomplish and that is to breathe a sigh of relief, either way they are done for this day.

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There you have it! That’s my Six Sentence Story for this week. It has been a busy week, so this is running close to the goal line 😉 Better late than never, right? Go check out this PAGE and join in!