The Fallen Petal

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

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 124 #SynonymsOnly

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/

Circle of Life

Lot of water, Under the bridge has flown. Gusts of wind , They have blown the sand away. The verdant bush, Trimmed but has grown all the way. The flowering blossoms, Bloomed to scatter their seeds afar. Bees buzzing, They have found new petals. The twittering birds, They have found new nesting grounds. The hibernating… Continue reading Circle of Life

A solicit

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

A Spectacle

A golden orb. Against the canopy of pale blue, It's fiery ray fragmented, The giant monolith, Scattering it's aura, As if the dark shadows, They wanted to imbibe, The golden luminescence, Basking in golden glory. But the fiery orb, Not willing to share it's beauty, Stealthily moved higher, Shining regal, As the stony denizens looked… Continue reading A Spectacle

Cobbled Clutter

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

Twittering Tales#118-8 January,2018

The crisp leaves were meticulously cut ,soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times! (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/08/twittering-tales-118-8-january-2019/