I See Love
What happened to the life here?Scattered in the winds,is the smell of breath,and rising in the east,is the golden sun.Picnic seats empty,yet hope prevails as sunshine.Music plays endless-soothing the gasping soul.Nature swings hence and forth,still none takes notice.Why am I here?My life was pleasant ,but not vibrant.Maybe it was vibrant,but not at all amusing.Or was…
Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #215 Bleeding be my forte.Into the night, I whisper my verses.But when in short of ink, I use my crimson share. (Word Count – 22)
MLMM – Photo Challenge #371 A silhouette of suppressed desires,chaperoned with butter skin,twinkling eyes and a flashy smile.What has become of me;Me – as swift as a doe andand calm as her eyes.Me – as gentle as a snowflake,and as warm as the twilight.Me – as wide as the ocean,and twinkling like the little star.Me…
My Clown/ Clone
Sixains and Paint Chips by LINDA KRUSCHKE The moon- halo of a polished stone,above the alpine crossroads,The jade rabbit sounded mystical,his loud hum turning cynical.Red lipstick and blush blended broad,A clown – in faded jeans- my clone.
Alive with some Flutter
Eugi’s Weekly Challenge – FLUTTER Through the corners of my eyes,with a flutter so gentle,breezing the lashes a bit,out went my dreams.Weighed down by hopes,nestled inside my heart chambers,inked in languages of soliloquy,and draped in monologues,unfurling unknown storiesof rare and vivid sentiments.Perching on to the rope,woven by strings of shadowsand moonbeams,entangled with my sleepy murmurs,and…
Safety in Deception
Sadje’s What do You See #66 I have closed my eyes foreverwith the mere wish to never open,for even if I did, what other thanfake skin and smile to see?I trust in colors no more,neither do I place my faithin that mask you have put on.I have seen the grin behind,showing yellow teeth with blood…
When Parallels meet
Sadje’s What do You See #63 In parallel we walk- me and my thoughts.Everyday towards the horizon,hand in hand, in a slow pace.We have covered miles and miles,turning each milestone into gems,precious memories etched on them.In hope of distant dreams,to the land where shadows are caston the clouds by the morning sun.And our faces lit…
Sadje’s What do you see #59 The moon had stories to tell.How waxing made himshed his darkness day by day.How his beloved silhouettes of birdscarried his dark sides as their soul.They said- “no part of moon can ever be dark”.Into the land of night they flew,embracing darkness and cold.Casting shadows of lonelinessand whispering tales of…
Be a Chameleon
Sonya’s Three Line Tales – # 255 Getting lost in a world of colors is easy. Be a chameleon. But when the animal remembers its actual color, make sure to at least try to remember your old colors time to time – just in case !!