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.
You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time. Lives that you have brushed up against, Now live with an imprint of you, Firmly trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory not. You leave the steps in the sands of time, And you come… Continue reading Shadows
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/
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
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My synonyms for Meaning& Passion are Ardor and Allusion and my Cinquain is: Ardor, Fury unleashed, Ebbing and surging waves, An allusion to unlit zest, A storm. Via: https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/02/12/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-123-synonymsonly/
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
Destiny, Now kind, Bountiful blessings, Showered, Manifold. Enamoured, Cosseted, I snuggle, In its warm embrace, The numb chill, Warmed in its eternal brace. The dark and dreary days, Now far-fetched, A hazy memory, Faintly imprinted in mind's caverns. As the tides turn, Sunny days lighten my world, A sheath of pristine joy, Cavalcades through my… Continue reading A solicit
The vicious storm's whirlwind had destroyed all. Hunger was rampant. The tenacious women scoured through the scattered debris retrieving their battered pans.,collecting he dried bark and fallen fruit, and digging out the tuber. Huge fires dotted the land that fed hungry souls. (279 characters) Via :https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/15/twittering-tales-119-15-january-2019/
The cobbled clutter, Finely etched, Imprinted by Time's Surf, I try to walk on the monolith beauty, But it chided me in arrogance. For I fell flat down, Trapped in the cloistered spaces, Losing myself in the labyrinth, The tenacious clutter never let me go. The cobbled clutter, That is life, Full of adamant edifices,… Continue reading Cobbled Clutter