I have written an Etheree on this beautiful prompt by Jude, from Tales Told Different. She sang to the tune of falling raindrops, Trying to fight darkness with her light, Her silent thunder rained down love, Her dazzling eyes dispersed gloom, Unrestrained and fiery, Rejunevating, Infusing life , Into all, Blooming, Life. Via: https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/04/21/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-174-photoprompt/
Abiding love, A cache of ecstasy, Cloistered in surges of joy, Surfing on the heart's swell. It rises in a crescendo, It's music resonating, In the deep canyon of my heart. I hold on to the notes, They echo and come back. The swell crashes on the dark stones, Breaking them into myriad faces, Sculpting… Continue reading Abiding love
She was guilty For she did not conform. She could not be reigned, So she was shackled. She wanted to run free, They tied her hard with ropes of rules. Her wanton streak, Her untamed spirit, They made her conscience guilty. For she was to be, What she had to be, And not what she… Continue reading Guilty
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… Continue reading Dance in the dark
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Two lonely souls, Together They created, The oasis of love, The Eden of mirth, The Isle of ecstasy, The fountain of hope. Together They did, That alone they could not.
Where did the Spring go? It came and went, I did not come to know. The cuckoo sings, A melancholy tainted melody. Spring was basking under the sweet sun, Running wild in the green, Breezing through the gentle tufts of wind. But where my spring has gone! The angry sun pelts down fire, It singes… Continue reading Where did the Spring go?
She clutched his pictures tightly to her chest, For these photos were the only way, She could hold on to his fleeting memories, She wanted to never let go of the wonderful man in her pictures, Her camera had frozen him in time, She took solace in the fact that the frame would contain the… Continue reading Holding on