Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun): A Repost

My soul tethered deep into my conscience is my anchor of life. Strong and sturdy, weathering the life's storms,it has grown. Lateral branches lush with verdant emotions, lush with life sprout shading me from harsh glares. They droop down burdened with the plethora of life's emoticons. And as they touch down to meet my inner…

A Gift( an etheree)

A shiny gift of surreptitious love, Anonymously sent a dark day, A catchy, meticulous bow, Tying up all the loose ends, Sericeous and vibrant, The starry facade, Sheathing bounties, Sent unknown, Spreading, Love.

An ode to Spring -2( an etheree)

Soulful melody through whispering trees, Luscious notes reverberating through, Infusing into my deep core, Redolent with love unbound, Seeping into cold veins, An ambrosial rythm, Full of sweet love Icicles, Melted, A Bliss, Deep.

An ode to spring-1 (nonet)

Deep in my dreamy slumber I heard, A symphonic melody play, It flowed around so untamed, Traipsing on vernal branch, Waltzing along buds, A fragrant burst, Melody, Real, Pure.

Thursday photo prompt: Torrent #writephoto

I have written an etheree Rivulets of joy frolicked down the cliff, A prancing torrent on rough cobbles, The bubbling brook danced all the more, Creating a symphony, Resonating around, Flowing into green, Lush bright around, Rippled surge, Undammed, Gushed. Via: https://scvincent.com/2020/03/05/thursday-photo-prompt-torrent-writephoto/

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 7/2020

"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…

A Rare one

A Question

Doing the daily things, The hours go by. The days go by. The weeks go by. The months go by. The years go by. And then one day, I wake up from the stupefied slumber, Hair all tousselled, Eyes sleep puffed, And mind in inertia. I wake up, And ask myself aloud, A litany of…

Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

A snowy, glassy cage had captured me in, But now it stands cracked. Lines so finely etched, Making me marvel, All the more. The sun is out, Prancing on a sea of blue, Amidst the wisps of pristine white, That float softly around. Blizzards have simmered down, Their ego hushed by the Vernal Charm. The…

Tuesday Trail#18 February,2020

You have loved every piece of their heart but now it's time to love your own.