Poetry published in the Poetry Quarterly Winter 2018 – a print magazine by Prolific Press

I'm beyond excited to see my words in print again in one of the esteemed poetry journal printed by the Prolific Press --Poetry Quarterly. Prolific Press publishes 8 respected literary journals. Each journal publishes different literature, and each has a different flair. Poetry Quarterly’s mission is to support poets and poetry by maintaining a professional … Continue reading Poetry published in the Poetry Quarterly Winter 2018 – a print magazine by Prolific Press

Poetry feature in Indian Periodical-Dance

Megha's World

Please read my latest poem featured in the latest issue of the Indian periodical.

Read it here Dance. This poem is about the beautiful dance a hummingbird weaves with her wings to get the taste of the elixir hidden in the flowers, which is so necessary for her sustenance. Do leave your thoughts in the comment section.

Happy Blogging,

Megha Sood

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Tormented

Megha's World

This poem is based on the micro poetry Pain.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.
– Maya Angelou

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I wonder why it throbs
aches and hurts like hell
every time that moment passes me
touches me gently
with its fleeting touch
but leaves blisters and scars on
my suppurating skin
leaves me
shuddering in pain
a moment spent in hell

I wonder why I choke on my words
mumble and
stammer every time your name
is mentioned
in a passing conversation
I turn mute
and all the
screeching and the screaming
fails to bring out the pain and agony
flowing through my pores
they are left untouched

I wonder why my quill
still bleeds when I write
and words scream and
howls of pain;
I guess,
they are waiting eternally
for me
/to realize this/
to start
writing about YOU again.

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 26, 2019

Here is my attempt at the prompt. Do share yours.

Those fleeting memories
scribbled in the yellow tinges pages of my diary
is not meant to be forgotten

those reminders of my past are yet to be
recited on a crimson tinge day like a poem

Those tattered pages are not only laced
and soaked with the tears of your yearning

those footsteps of the mind
are long lost trail of my beautiful journey.

–Megha

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TUES PROMPTDevereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt:  

Use the phrase “footsteps of the mind”in a poem.

Happy writing!

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