The Hero, The Beauty & The Beast

Providing our photo prompt this week is Sonya, author of the blog, “Only 100 Words.” Thank you Sonya!

With his fingers, he gently caressed her smooth, soft skin.
They were almost cutting through the surface so thin.
He felt blessed. He was at bliss.
Any moment now, he would ask the question.

As he almost did do the honour,
his mind had doubts in the harbour.
He felt queasy. He was uneasy.
From that moment, he was subject to torture.

As commanded by the laws of nature,
from his beauty, a beast did appear.
He felt mocked. He was shocked.

The beast sank into his beauty
and left him no place to be.
He felt sick. He was sick.
The beast had destroyed him utterly.

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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.

Be Positive

Day 2:
Theme: Gift,
Style: Acrostic,
Device: Simile

Because it is the only way possible to survive
Each thought of mine is devoted to her to revive.

Passing on the fluid of life from my body to hers
Occasionally stopping, to check if she is better or worse.
She’s my only love, just as each day has only one night.
I want us together like the two eyes that share the same sight
To make sure we are bonded without separation
I give her the gift of life, without any deliberation.
Venting out my blood to her to save her during her complication
Every last bit of my B positive blood is ready for the donation.

High-koo

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

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