The independent she who loves life
My words are Love and Joy. Passion and Rapture are the synonyms that I have taken for my Enteree A utopian dream that could be true, Deluged with an ecstatic rapture, The verdant lands with ardor lush, A blizzard of hope abounds, Fountains of passion gush, Redolent and soft, Ambrosia sweet, Quenching thirst, Of souls,… Continue reading Colleen’s 2019 Weekly#Tanka Tuesday#Poetry Challenge No.126″ Poet’s Choice of Words”
You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time. Lives that you have brushed up against, Now live with an imprint of you, Firmly trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory not. You leave the steps in the sands of time, And you come… Continue reading Shadows
She lived in an ivory castle Walls lined pink, And sky blue. Its wide expanse, Laced with a mystical beauty. Air fragrant, It blew with melodies profound. The sun shone, A luminous white all around. She sat there happy, She lived weaving dreams, Dreams of life to unfold. She looked high and low, Searching for… Continue reading Ivory Castle
My poetry handlettered by the brilliant Hannah Vizcarra, etredanslalune on Instagram ( https://instagram.com/etredanslalune__?utm_source=ig_profile_share&igshid=irzkkldys28t)
The star shaped cookie was an amalgam of all latent dreams. She wished to shine like those bright stars on dark skies. And the heart shaped ones were a cache of her love for the diaspora around. The vanilla essence fired up a luscious aroma as she rolled out myriad shapes. (274 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-53d
Vague fear, Knowing unknown, Unease as I fathom, Unseen panorama I see, A dread.
This is in response to the prompt by Patricia @ https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/10919228/posts/2137239039 "Dancing to the tunes of destiny, She pirouetted to fame, The decibels rose and fell, Still she danced to rythm of life, Impervious to the cacophony around ."
The cobbled clutter, Finely etched, Imprinted by Time's Surf, I try to walk on the monolith beauty, But it chided me in arrogance. For I fell flat down, Trapped in the cloistered spaces, Losing myself in the labyrinth, The tenacious clutter never let me go. The cobbled clutter, That is life, Full of adamant edifices,… Continue reading Cobbled Clutter
A life, A story, You write some , Erase some. You wish to draw some, But gusts of stormy tempest, It blows the grains away. You look on. And you still draw, Small lines, Broken lines, Anonymous, Indistinct. Someday, Those lines would merge, An amalgam of all the broken ones, And a masterpiece borne. For… Continue reading Life- story
It's your day, The chimes strike the notes you wish, Each moment your own, And yourself. All this while, You have been trudging by, Doing what been told. A cataclysm, One morning, And you woke up from that reverie. You shook up the cobwebs, Opened the mind's windows, As sunny warmth fragrant, And vernal gush,… Continue reading Just You
