Manufacturing Defect

Day 4:
Theme: Imperfection,
Style: Limerick,
Device: Enjambment

The truth be said, there is only one
who can be a model for perfection.
I believe that would be nobody
which will be accepted by everybody
who is a part of this creation.

Nobody is indeed perfect
something that we need to accept.
But then what is the meaning
of perfection – I find it exasperating
that no one can find its value on the market.

How can the value be defined? It is
something that can’t be
touched with a kiss.
Perfection can be defined in different
ways: To each their own statement.
After all no matter the name, a rose is a rose.

But as I said a few lines ago – isn’t perfection
under nobody’s possession?
Well, then who is this person?
And how is this quality in their arson?
Right now I have found an answer to this question.

You and I are the nobodies that the world has seen –
we are the perfections that have been
present right from the moment of existence
to now, where we are our own sustenance.

Be you. Be unique. Be perfect. Be your own king or queen.

Doctor Moon

Day 3:
Theme: Skin,
Style: Prose Poetry,
Device: Internal Rhyme

The moon felt sad about his bad face
and asked the sun to share one of her rays.
Soon it grew to be in a new phase
And light filled its quiet rocky surface.

The little boy could never smile because he always thought that he was the ugliest person to live. He thought none wanted to be close as he was hideous and unattractive. He had often asked the doctor to help him out, and once the doctor had consented. Exchanging the pills for a wad of cash, to his home in excitement, he did dash.

Yet, the gorgeous moon was far from joyous
A dark mark stayed on the Earth, which was mysterious.
It projected him into guilt more than he expected
and created a plan to work to help the dejected.

On his way he saw the homeless, begging for food and money. But he noticed that they neither had shelter or anything to call cosy. This brought tears to his eyes, as he felt him despise for himself. He chalked up a plan and walked up to the clinic again.

The moon bounced the light to the provinces that were dim
So those in the shadow were thankful to him.
He felt joy that made him melt, in which he started to swim
He knew he should do more according to his prayer hymn.

The boy went back to the clinic and traded his money back for the graded pills. He got back to the sector of the poor and gave out the money, becoming a donor. He found joy, by spreading it. A pleasure he had been unaware of so far. He made the decision to take the action forward as he knew the God of this creation would want him to.

The moon soon disappeared to become new
and about where it went no one knew.
Till he eclipsed the sun, he did grew
and the solar power did cry and raise hue.

The power of the moon was thus made known
The sun cowered and was covered by the moon which shone
His influence on the earth’s waves and ways are stronger
It is the moon that is, to the earth, closer
much like the boy who, as a better doctor became renown.

High-koo

Day 1:
Theme: Screen,
Style: Haiku,
Device: Alliteration

a good godly glass,
the red rain, rising roof high,
have intel inside

Empty

A photograph of a fortress/prison on an island.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

The prisoner, with black, shaggy hair scaled the walls of the prison. He was leaving behind nasty memories of prison induced depression as he plunged into the icy cold sea.

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A Twist to the Tale

A photograph of a grape vineyard
Grapevines photographed by Vanessa Rodriguez. Thank you Vanessa for our photo prompt!

The Foxes and the Grapevine

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog
and into the vineyard she hastily did jog.
She reached for the grapes that were held high
and when she couldn’t, it did sigh,
“Those grapes are sour – not for me to hog.”

Saying so she went her way
Searching for a different choice of prey.
But following her, came another fox
who entered by jumping across the gate’s locks
and sighting grapes – he entered the fray.

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Day 17: Cut. Copy. Paste.

Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.

Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.


We all fear something in life. Sometimes more than one fear at the same time. It could have a fear of failing in class, a fear of “what-if?”, a fear of dying alone and lonely, and so on and so forth.

I’m no exception. I’ve had my fair share of fears. I still do too. But somehow as each fear arises, solutions also manifest that help me overcome. Sometimes, it’s easy. Sometimes I need to sleep on it. Sometimes I’ll have to talk it out with someone who’s faced it. No matter the method, a solution is always available. The fact is that this too shall pass.

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Day 16: Neither The Beginning Nor The End (Part 3/3)

Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

Today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of lost and found more generally in this post.

The first post in this series, Day Four: Lost in Thought (Part 1/3) can be considered as from the dad’s point of view.

The second post in this series, Day 13: Faith Found (Part 2/3) includes a conversation between the father and the son and has a reference to the mother also.

And, hence, I welcome you to the third, and most probably final post in the series – from the point of view of the boy.


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Day 14: Together Forever

Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.

Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.

Book: The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes – Part 2
Word: Evil
What a word that’s so open to interpretation.


Dear good twin brother,

It seems like an eternity since we actually spoke to each other. Something that is quite normal, except for the fact that we are conjoined twins.

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