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Tag: Feminism
It arose ( a double haiku)
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. .
Bloom to be beautiful
Let me lose myself
Pink (a haiku)
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.
Ivory Castle
She lived in an ivory castle Walls lined pink, And sky blue. Its wide expanse, Laced with a mystical beauty. Air fragrant, It blew with melodies profound. The sun shone, A luminous white all around. She sat there happy, She lived weaving dreams, Dreams of life to unfold. She looked high and low, Searching for… Continue reading Ivory Castle
BOUNDLESS
My poetry handlettered by the brilliant Hannah Vizcarra, etredanslalune on Instagram ( https://instagram.com/etredanslalune__?utm_source=ig_profile_share&igshid=irzkkldys28t)
My heart ( a cinquain)
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
Twittering Tales#121-29 January
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
In Other Words,dancing…..
This is in response to the prompt by Patricia @ https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/10919228/posts/2137239039 "Dancing to the tunes of destiny, She pirouetted to fame, The decibels rose and fell, Still she danced to rythm of life, Impervious to the cacophony around ."
