Fishing for joys, In the waters of life, Inverse images, Sharp and bright, Look at you, So near and yet so far, A placebo, It is, To not to be. And, Still, You hold the nets, Adamant, Patient, Awaiting the bounty, That would fall into your lap. Via :writephoto
Days of yore when less was so more, One television and few shows, A loud hue and cry and sharp rows, All sat down to have fun galore, Neighborhood bonhomie to fore, Images only white and black, But colours of life would bounce back, Television now smart ,men dumb, Profound joys of life have gone… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 58: (BLACK) in the C rhyme line.
Life bestows all its love on you, Give it a chance. Let the love bestowed bloom, Let it spread the fragrance around. Let it give you one chance, To bestow on others, The joys you have found.
Soulful tunes in the serene spring, Sweeping through soft whispering trees, Luscious notes echoed to appease, That make my heart merrily sing, As all dark worries take a wing. Redolent with love pure and sweet, An ambrosial rhythm did it tweet, Infusing into my deep core, Purging it of all its furore, So that happiness… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 43: (SPRING) in the A rhyme line.
"When everything is soft and pristine white,the snow carolers celebrate the light of love with notes that touch our soul." Via: https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/13/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan-the-13th-2021-snow-carolers/
Decibels of Joy, Unsung verses, A placid symphony, It is that time of year. A surreal white, A burnished cold, That warms your heart, Soothing the anguish, Subduing the rant, It makes you smile. You want to live it each time, For it is that time of year, When love pervades, Amidst jingles of joy,… Continue reading Jingles of Joy
This weeks theme is: “Holiday Traditions” New Beginnings (A Cinquain) Hope, A Serene calm, Sharing love all around Infusing cheer into tired souls, Recharged. Via: https://wp.me/p4xNpg-aYR
As cold seeps through, Its icy hands permeating my soul, Turning the warm expanse glacial, The burnished fires lit around, They fail to thaw the frigid fervour, I shiver on wintry,frozen paths, Seeking solace, Cherishing a yearning ardour, A tender touch, To deliquesce the frozen feelings, Letting a gush of sanguine flow, No longer dreading… Continue reading As winter comes
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “list.” Making lists to do small things, Making lists to reach milestones, Making lists of not- to-do things, Making lists of to -do things, Making lists to remember what we forget, Making lists of time's call, Making lists of numbers dear, Making lists of names no… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 5/2020
My soul tethered deep into my conscience is my anchor of life. Strong and sturdy, weathering the life's storms,it has grown. Lateral branches lush with verdant emotions, lush with life sprout shading me from harsh glares. They droop down burdened with the plethora of life's emoticons. And as they touch down to meet my inner… Continue reading Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun): A Repost