P.C :- Sally Cronin

Born with silver spoon,

Fortunate, he was presumed,

Cursed like the rich sea,

None to hear his roaring moans,

Bottled for eternity.

Poetry form :- Tanka (5/7/5/7/7 syllables)

Note :- I didn’t participate in the previous week’s synonyms only challenge. So I have combined previous week’s and current week’s challenges. The synonyms given last week were Blessed and Hex and as a part of the challenge I’ve replaced them with their synonyms, namely, Fortunate and Cursed. Also, I’ve drawn inspiration from the picture provided above as a part of current week’s challenge. Enjoy.

Thoughts behind the Tanka :-What others see as lucky or the desired life, may be a cursed one or not that fanciful for the one living it. Many a times, the desired life, may not fulfil that person’s actual needs/ aspirations.

Acknowledgements :- Written in response to Colleen. M. Chesebro’s Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 187 #PhotoPrompt challenge. Thank you Sally Cronin for the beautiful picture. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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