You should believe that you have wings for the sky yearns for your touch Via: https://lindaghill.com/2020/09/30/one-liner-wednesday-the-lasting-consequences-of-sign-language/
"Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fan.” Use it by itself or find a word that starts or ends with it. Use it any way you’d like." When all your dreams are a fantasy, And miles away, And niggling self doubt widens the abyss, Do not curse the distance, For it provides… Continue reading The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 6/2020
Light, Vibrant, Spreading love, Now cloistered deep And Melancholic, It Fluttered in fury, Darting at the grey cover, Slipping through tiny crevices, The icicles now with a dull sheen A Suffusion of warmth so radiant. Leaving a fiery trail on dreary grey, The errant ray full of lively spright, A cavalcade of surging hope, Flaunting… Continue reading Hope(A double etheree)
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form". Rumi This is the eternal truth. Life is a circle. If one window closes, the other door opens. We spent our lives lamenting over what we have lost but forget what we have or will have. We run after what we lose and do not… Continue reading Tuesday Trail#25 February,2020
The world tells me that I am wrong, Then you will knock on my door softly. Knock,knock,knock! The soft knock, It rustles up a wave in me, Of crests and troughs. I oscillate to and fro, Trying to fathom the flow. I hit a dead end, I rebound back, Not to bend but to transcend,… Continue reading The silent knock
"Your prompt for JusJoJan January 17th, 2020, is “jade.” Use the word “jade” any way you’d like." The fiery orb, A crimson hued blue canopy, Now burning bright, A golden sheath on the expanse of jade, The vain orb, Haughty, It descends on the dusky plains, Imprinting the dreary lands, Now ebulliently aglow. The gutsy… Continue reading Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 17th, 2020
Shaft of golden rays, Dazzling through the veiled dark cloud, But I still slumber.
Life, A game, Some sixes, And some sevens, On rolling the dice. As you climb the ladders, But to reach where you started. Taming the tempestuous tides, Windy sails tenaciously tethered, As sanguine hope becomes this life's anchor.
Alone I stood, Stone hearted, Weathered by vagaries of time. Around me an enticing diaspora, Leaving me untouched. The canopy above, Suffused with warm blues, Sheathed me with a clouded grey. The lucid aquamarine surf, Enthralled with Nature's hues, Gambolled in a merry mirth, Rising to crash in a symphony. The silvery surf on a… Continue reading Thursday Photo prompt:Clarity#writephoto