Gayathri's Prose and Poetry

Weaving Unsaid Stories The woman sat in her special chair, With her beautiful black hair, That flowed in the evening air. The colorful threads she did spin, And added many a pin, Her needle went in and out, out and in. Those painful moments, in her mind, did flash, Her little girl taken away with a lash, But that did not burn her hopes to ash. *** Poetry style: Diminishing Verse 3 stanzas, 3 lines each The last words of the second and third lines of each stanza are formed by the removal of the first letter of the last word of the previous line. (eg: if last word of the first line of a particular stanza, is ‘chair’, then last words of the second and third lines of the same stanza will be ‘hair’ and ‘air’, respectively.) 6-12 syllables per line

  Capturing Changes Captivating cute cries, Cheerful, chattering children, Chanced casual conversations, Compassionate, caring companions— Cameras click continuously, Capturing constant changes, Creating colorful canvases. ***** Poetry Style: Tautogram A poetry form in which all the words start with the same letter

 Fading Away The season of change is here— Autumn. A multitude of hues adorn the trees— Vivid. Tree branches soon become bare— Leaves fall. The leaves crumble, go deep beneath the earth— Buried. A quiet peace settles around— Winter.  *** Poetry Form:

 The Blossoming Meadow Interspaced between the delicate daisies, Pretty purple poppies bloom in the meadow. Across the several stretched-out, vast valleys,  The sun casts its rays down in a warm yellow. The fragrance of the flowers wafts through the breeze, And the entire atmosphere is set aglow. Wish I could be part of nature’s fantasies, Drowned in the sweet voice of the singing swallow. *** Poetry Form:

  Time's Ticking The little world around does change so fast, That everything seems quite temporary. Every day’s so different from the last… Too many changes, I’m just not ready. I oft find myself dwelling in the past, Wishing a life without any worry. Time’s moving at an exponential pace, Can’t keep up unless I’m part of the race. ***** Poetry Form: Rhyme Scheme: ABABABCC Final couplet provides a summarizing, emphatic or witty conclusion the stanza's idea 10 syllables per line

 Chained   Technology  Was the key to Live easy, and Give a hand to Help stand alone, Now our phone we Bank on, solely. ***** Poetry Form:  Than-bauk  4 syllables per line 7-10 lines Rhyme scheme:  XXXa XXaX XaXb XXbX XbXc XXcX XcXd (Where ‘X’ is unrhymed)