The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.
The luminescent hue, The luscious fragrance, The delicate Petal, Its silky gossamer, Allure imbued. The floral leaf, It stood proud. A symphony it was, As it twirled to the wind's note, The branches jamboreed in mirth. Buzzing bees cavorted, As dancing leaves jested at their prank, A playful gambol and love, I stood mesmerised, As… Continue reading The Fallen Petal
My synonyms for Game and Trouble are Play and Tumult. I have attempted a nonet Tides The die cast on the chequered board, Rolled by Tides in the play of life, To give what is preordained, Braving the Fates tumult, You ride the tempest, To drown again, Defiant, Buoyed, Now! Via: https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/02/19/30816/
My synonyms for Meaning& Passion are Ardor and Allusion and my Cinquain is: Ardor, Fury unleashed, Ebbing and surging waves, An allusion to unlit zest, A storm. Via: https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/02/12/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-123-synonymsonly/
The metropolis melange, Anonymous faces, Faceless, Countless, Buzzing by. And I, Lost in the crowd. Then, A kind look, A stranger in the crowd, Smiles, And holds my hand, As I follow him, In the city maze, A friend in solitude, No ifs and buts, No gives and takes, Just a friend with no name!
Caramel sugar, Sizzling hot on the life's fudge, Purging bitter core. Via https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/02/04/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-239-sugarbitter/
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
Destiny, Now kind, Bountiful blessings, Showered, Manifold. Enamoured, Cosseted, I snuggle, In its warm embrace, The numb chill, Warmed in its eternal brace. The dark and dreary days, Now far-fetched, A hazy memory, Faintly imprinted in mind's caverns. As the tides turn, Sunny days lighten my world, A sheath of pristine joy, Cavalcades through my… Continue reading A solicit
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