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.
My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.
A calm repose, Placid waters, Gently ebbing and receding, The silvery surf, Now rolling in myriad shapes. The stormy surges, In my mind, Now placated. A utopia inside, A detached idyll, Nothing enters, And nothing leaves. I float free in an endless chiasm, As I shed what I did not need, The angst, The guilt,… Continue reading A calm
There is beauty in your imperfections, The things that are most true, Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks, You stumble on your sentences, Forget the words that you need, You are real, To those parading as perfection, Pay them no heed, For it is you and how you feel, It is you and those… Continue reading Be You
You dream, Weaving a web, Tangling you in its mesh, its mesh, As you dangle, It gags.
A fuzzy mind swoons, But not a morsel of food, Still a serene smile.
The hash-tag lava Spurted out that was hushed up, A torrid deluge. Making voices heard, As the heavy boulders fall, In their own craters.
A plan, Woven on dreams, A life manifesto, It was against the protocol, Now gone. Via: https://wp.me/p4fJkz-vz
Silent pearly drops, Mired in its ombre deep depths, Shone in absent mirth.