#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 272: #Tastetherainbow-Color Poetry

Happy Mother's Day to all!Mother's love,a palette of so many colours encompassing different facets of life-pure, selfless and unconditionalThis Tanka is an Ode to love that nurtures us all! fragrant rosy huedis solace of mother's loveazured love boundlessrolling back to share love morebrowned -yellowed yet eternal Via : https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/05/03/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-272-tastetherainbow-color-poetry/?amp=1

NaPoWriMo 2022-Five answers to the Same Question

Love is strange,Falling for someone,On the first date.Love is strange,Here today,And gone tomorrow.Love is strange,A masquerade of goodness,Blown away with Time.Love is strange,You love with heart,And shut the mind.Love is strange,Love is for lifetime,You seek eternity.

TankaTuesday 2/8/22 #Poetry Challenge No. 260, #SpecificForm: Abhanga

My kind of love my kind of love aglowswhen shaded shadows diein obsidian skyundauntedly my kind of love dances-a wild dandelionfloating to Oriona microcosm my kind of love's dulcetnotes of mirthful tremblemake fears disassemblein wild tempests Via : https://wp.me/p4xNpg-cT7

Lost Love

When I saw roses pressedbetween the yellowed pages-Last vestiges of fathomless love,A passion so consumingthat even in its ruin,It makes lost souls reach for murmured hopesand wistful dreams.

Shadows

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…

Celebrating Life

A medley of thoughts, And a whirlpool of emotions, A surge of love, And a surf of passion, That is life. A cacophany of voices, And a cascade of thought, The lustre of a star, The heat of the sun, That is life. The dew-adorned blossoms, The fragrant-rich air, The rustling leaves, The bubbling brooks,…

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 4, 2021

The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rev" As the cannons roared,Balls of fire revved up,Streaking the dark skies,Tainting my soil red.I wonder,Where the love went?I yearn for those days,When vernal bloom,Thawed the icy facades.When warmth seeped,Infusing life into cloistered cages.A playful gambol,A fragrant melody,It reverberated the land.And now!An eerie silence,A silence of…

I can see the sun rise…

I can see the sun rise, Over the rooftops of my town, But the darkness lingers in the woods behind me, Dripping from broken branches in ways that only darkness could. The peace has long fled my being, I can feel the talons of darkness that grip my heart. The sun warms the waking world,…

Dance in the dark

I can see the moon over the meadow, As you twirl into my arms, We'll dance in the dark, And race the rivers where they run. For you and I fill find a place, Beneath a blanket made of stars, To start afresh. When the dawn is almost upon us, We will find our footsteps…

A Rivulet

The rivulets of joy flowed down, Meandering down the stony bed. Striking the rough cobbles, The bubbling brooks danced all the more, As they created a symphony that resonated around. The rivulets of joy deluged the barren being, Infusing a life new, Nothing seem to dam the tide, It was a surge of ecstasy, It…