Unbidden Joy is a chimera in the Masked world that is now ours. Via: https://lindaghill.com/2020/09/16/one-liner-wednesday-pin-codes/
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more.” Start your post with the word “more.” More you hide, More the moroseness. Open the doors of your heart, As the life knocks aloud. Unlock the closeted clasps, Break open the melancholic shackles, So nothing holds you back. Life bestows all its love on you,… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 1/2020
Strange is this new world! Anonymous fear, All pervading, A fragile trust, Wary trepidation, Lonely roads, Shuttered and desolate, Caged minds, Barred souls, Afar. Bonhomie vanished, No festive fire, A melancholic moroseness, A pallid gloom. As we pray for days of yore, When life was a celebration, A momentous jubilation.
A dark haze, Clouds of vicious smoke, Spiralling, Waltzing to an ominous tango, Clawing its fangs deep down, Scavenging into a tormented soul. The mystic soul, Lost, Bewildered, Hurt, It wails. Seeking solace, Searching for a beacon bright, That would lighten up , Those dreary paths. Fallen into a dark abyss, It trudges along wearily,… Continue reading A Haze
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.
The rolling verdant expanses offer an infinite panorama of life. The valley is lush with dancing blossoms. They are imbued with warm colours of Mother Nature. Tall pines soar high majestically paying an obeisance to the blue skies. The denizens of the blue canopy above traverse down to lend their colours to the world below.… Continue reading The circle of life- (a Haibun)
A song, Euphonious, Lilting,stirring,blending, Spreading tranquility unfeigned, A bliss.
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.
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.
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