The independent she who loves life
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
The crisp leaves were meticulously cut ,soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times! (278 characters) Via: https://katmyrman.com/2019/01/08/twittering-tales-118-8-january-2019/
My staircase, Wide arched, It's wood lined steps tapering, Narrowing as it moved higher, The teak polished banister, Embellished with muslin and silk, Wreathed with hued autumnal blossoms. I look at it in awe, As I tread softly on its steps. It leads me up to a landing, As I stand face to face with… Continue reading My staircase
Another December, Another year drawing to a close, As you muse, You see, A plethora of things not done, Milestones still to reach. You wonder, If this year ever was. For nothing changed, Nothing new, The wheels of life churning usual brew. And you trudge along, Awaiting the advent of new hour, When the bell… Continue reading Another December
Plastic! Garish and loud, Supple and light, It fits everywhere, All Pervading, Omnipotent, Omniscient. It has moulded all facets, All supports now plastic, Love and camaraderie, Both too cast in that mould. As I cast an eye around, Delving into the debris, Searching for a tenable hold, My hands clutch, Only that plastic cold!
A melange of art and nature, Fusion of soul and earth, Sea, Surf, And the, Sculptor. An idyll, What our planet could be! A travesty, It is not; But voices, Still rippling, Sure, A crescendo will come, Turning Earth, A Garden of Eden, In some future, A hope!
