weary soul trudges clanging on cobbled clutter of life's edifice
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
The rivulets of joy flowed down, Meandering down the stony bed. Striking the rough cobbles, The bubbling brooks danced all the more, As they created a symphony that resonated around. The rivulets of joy deluged the barren being, Infusing a life new, Nothing seem to dam the tide, It was a surge of ecstasy, It… Continue reading A Rivulet
You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent, And your memories are suspended in time. Every life that you have brushed up against, Lives with an imprint of you, That is trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory forever remains the same. It's like leaving each place, That you have… Continue reading Shadows have remained
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): A Repost
A song, Euphonious, Lilting,stirring,blending, Spreading tranquility unfeigned, A bliss.
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.
Decibels of Joy, Unsung verses, A placid symphony, It is that time of year. A surreal white, A burnished cold, That warms your heart, Soothing the anguish, Subduing the rant, It makes you smile. You want to live it each time, For it is that time of year, When love pervades, Amidst jingles of joy,… Continue reading Celebration and Jubilation….
Man a fool, Always he feigned to be cool, Donning a charade to win hearts, But all he got back were nasty darts, Still he milked all that ridicule!
My words are Love and Joy. Passion and Rapture are the synonyms that I have taken for my Enteree A utopian dream that could be true, Deluged with an ecstatic rapture, The verdant lands with ardor lush, A blizzard of hope abounds, Fountains of passion gush, Redolent and soft, Ambrosia sweet, Quenching thirst, Of souls,… Continue reading Colleen’s 2019 Weekly#Tanka Tuesday#Poetry Challenge No.126″ Poet’s Choice of Words”