Something dear, Something close, It leaves you, It vanishes suddenly. And you, Left bereft, Trying to fathom, What you lost, Will it ever resurrect? The void remains, As you reminisce, Tears roll, But to no suffice.
The hash-tag lava Spurted out that was hushed up, A torrid deluge. Making voices heard, As the heavy boulders fall, In their own craters.
The keys on the typewriters rusty as no one touched them. Relics of history,they were consigned to the arid plains of oblivion. Epitome of grander times,when you ruled the keyboard. Time has turned. The travesty of our times that keys rule us ,more smaller and smarter. (267 characters) Via : https://katmyrman.com/2018/10/09/twittering-tales-105-9-october-2018/
A plan, Woven on dreams, A life manifesto, It was against the protocol, Now gone. Via: https://wp.me/p4fJkz-vz
The Wishing Tree was once lush and green. Tiny birds crooned and ambled on its wavy branches. Their nests hung in myriad shapes. A microcosm of life! But man made the world his own and life a travesty! The leaves withered and birds left. Now costly shoes hung on the dried branches Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4Sm
The dark raven had turned scarlet red, its black eyes sweeping the arid brown terrain. The heat had consumed all, changing many and destroying others. The blue planet now warm. Man painted new colours. Harsh and livid,they made the world eerie and strange.
Life a carnival, Mirth shaded melancholy, As salty tears dance. Via: https://wp.me/p6RxSt-bYe
As I stand at the cusp, I pause and think. What had gone by, Its kaleidoscope whirred in mind's eye. Those buried dreams,those inane desires, Those silly joys, Long gone and dead, Now get a whiff of life, Make tarried movements, As they rouse from their hoary slumber. I reminisce our camaraderie, How we wove… Continue reading If tomorrow will come
She loved her Barbies with their blonde hair and flouncy dresses. The world was all pink and lovely. As she stepped out into the wide world, all she saw was grey. The beauty was the beast and blessed with a ubiquitous plastic presence. Her Barbies were of yore were no more. Via: https://katmyrman.com/2018/09/18/twittering-tales-102-broken-barbies-18-september-2018/