She loved herself, And the world did not love her for it. Her radiance shone bright, And the world eclipsed her light. She flew so high, And the world clipped her wings. She sang aloud soulful songs, And the world muted the melody. She dreamed to dream, And the world shattered her reverie. She smiled… Continue reading Loving yourself
Jules, of Jules Pens Some Gems selected words for this week. My synonyms for “Circled and Squared" are Encircle and Harmonized. I have written a Gogyohka, Wisps of dream floating in the cerulean sky Encircled by a fiery halo of hope Harmonized by a tranquil zeal She caught those silvery wisps one by one And… Continue reading COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 190 #SYNONYMSONLY
"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “figure.” Use the word “figure” any way you’d like." She refused to give up her light, No storm could bring her to her knees, For she was not as brittle as stone. She was a figure of flesh and blood, As deep as the ocean, As… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 7/2020
"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ect.” Find a word with the letters “ect” in it, and base your post on that word." Resurrect what is lost, What you once held dear. It is hidden, Buried under the mound of debris. Inject some courage into the blue veins, So that they throb… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 29/2020
"Your prompt for JusJoJan January 23rd, 2020, is “drive.” Use the word “drive” any way you’d like" You cannot always be jovial, But you can always be brave. Life will give every reason to give up, But still you drive your problems away. You pick yourself up, Amalgamating myriad pieces into a composite whole, That… Continue reading Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 23rd, 2020
Buried under sands, That were dreary and wind blown A jewelled hand springs. Distant blue its own, Deluged by the sandy surf, It still stayed afloat. .
If tomorrow comes, It will be, A harbinger of things new, Ushering in an ardent hope, Unearthing a cache of hidden dreams. If tomorrow comes, It will write new stories, Etching the leaves of time, Erasing the tales of yore, That mean no more. If tomorrow comes, It will heal old wounds, Festering animosity, Now… Continue reading If tomorrow Comes
The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
The star shaped cookie was an amalgam of all latent dreams. She wished to shine like those bright stars on dark skies. And the heart shaped ones were a cache of her love for the diaspora around. The vanilla essence fired up a luscious aroma as she rolled out myriad shapes. (274 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-53d