The independent she who loves life
What happens when you want to write but struggle to find those elusive words. You look in hope at inane things and make sage ones your Muse. But again the words play truant. There is an arid terrain and you yearn for a tempest of words, a surge of thought, a storm of ideas and… Continue reading A writer’s block( Haibun)
Twisted fates at play, Lines that cross never to meet, Life a vicious maze. Via : https://wp.me/p4y9jb-Gzg
A ripple of thought, A wind of fiery desire, Fired her to soar high. Via: https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/07/15/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-262-ripplewind/
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. .
A microcosm of love, No questions asked, Divinity manifested.
Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.
