A Haze

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

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.

My heart ( a cinquain)

My heart, They peer into And see the hues that bleed, And incandescent hope undimmed, I shine.

A calm

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

As I fast… A haiku

A fuzzy mind swoons, But not a morsel of food, Still a serene smile.

The hash-tag-#( a double haiku)

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.

Manifesto-Word of the Day Challenge ( a cinquain)

A plan, Woven on dreams, A life manifesto, It was against the protocol, Now gone. Via: https://wp.me/p4fJkz-vz

Silent Tears

Silent pearly drops, Mired in its ombre deep depths, Shone in absent mirth.

Twittering Tales #102 – Broken Barbies – 18 September 2018

She loved her Barbies with their blonde hair and flouncy dresses. The world was all pink and lovely. As she stepped out into the wide world, all she saw was grey. The beauty was the beast and blessed with a ubiquitous plastic presence. Her Barbies were of yore were no more. By Via: https://katmyrman.com/2018/09/18/twittering-tales-102-broken-barbies-18-september-2018/