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. .
A microcosm of love, No questions asked, Divinity manifested.
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… Continue reading Rooted#Writephoto(a Haibun)
Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.
Sharp rays golden edged, Darted deep into my heart, As dark cold seeped out. .
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/