Somnambulistic wanderings

P.C :- Crispina Kemp

Like a river on its meanderings,

Not long was the time,

When, there was no end to a steady flow of ramblings,

Pen had to just touch the paper and it’d chime,

Now, all that’s left is me staring at the wall with aimless wonderings,

Perhaps it’s just a writer’s block and I’ll be back with my usual rhyme?

For now, I seek solace in my somnambulistic* wanderings,

Let this cracked phase heal, emerging as hero big time.

78 words.

Somnambulist* :- sleep walker ( courtesy :- google)

Acknowledgements :- In response to Crispina Kemp’s CCC # 70 writing challenge and Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. Thank you for running the challenge. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

14 thoughts on “Somnambulistic wanderings

Add yours

    1. Haha! Thank you for your compliment, Ma’am. I have been wondering about the word somnambulist ( I happen to hear it for the first time) 3 days in a row and hence came up with this poem. πŸ™‚

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Akita International Haiku Network

Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben GrafstrΓΆm--Akita, Japan)

The Reluctant Nightbird

Thinking Loud In Ink

Lucy's Works and Co

A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.

The Wombwell Rainbow

Inspiration, History, Imagination

A Thought On My Plate

Evolve | Learn | Grow

This Jolly Beggar

In Absolute, Joyful Dependance on the Grace and Love of God

World Of Words

The flowers of the fiction plant rooted in my brain, the voice of the inexpressible feelings hidden in my heart and the eruption of the theories burning in my mind– I made a ball out of the three, threw it high into the sky and it landed right at my blog.

Experiments in Fiction

Stories without Borders

%d bloggers like this: