Soulful tunes in the serene spring, Sweeping through soft whispering trees, Luscious notes echoed to appease, That make my heart merrily sing, As all dark worries take a wing. Redolent with love pure and sweet, An ambrosial rhythm did it tweet, Infusing into my deep core, Purging it of all its furore, So that happiness… Continue reading Happiness did I greet..
"SPRING" Pristine snow spring melted, Now a bubbly froth, A Cerulean cascade down lush valleys, Pebbled symphonic waltz, A welcome deluge. Arid lands guzzled dry, Pure manna sullied, And guillotined by man's endless avarice, A limping stagnant slush, Meeting Mother Sea. Lost in wide blue chiasm, Defiled drops looked up, Warmed under the blue canopy… Continue reading Saddle Up Saloon; Colleen’s Double Ennead Challenge No. 2
A song, Euphonious, Lilting,stirring,blending, Spreading tranquility unfeigned, A bliss.
Soulful melody through whispering trees, Luscious notes reverberating through, Infusing into my deep core, Redolent with love unbound, Seeping into cold veins, An ambrosial rythm, Full of sweet love Icicles, Melted, A Bliss, Deep.
Deep in my dreamy slumber I heard, A symphonic melody play, It flowed around so untamed, Traipsing on vernal branch, Waltzing along buds, A fragrant burst, Melody, Real, Pure.
A snowy, glassy cage had captured me in, But now it stands cracked. Lines so finely etched, Making me marvel, All the more. The sun is out, Prancing on a sea of blue, Amidst the wisps of pristine white, That float softly around. Blizzards have simmered down, Their ego hushed by the Vernal Charm. The… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto
A Beacon ( A Haibun) The stony steps lined by a verdant gossamer of thin moss led to the teak panelled door of the house. Embedded in the pristine granite frame,it stood guard,a sentinel to love and life inside. The trellis lush with green foliage embellished its facade. Radiating a vernal bloom that was incited… Continue reading Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 136 #PhotoPrompt
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. .