Life- story

A life, A story, You write some , Erase some. You wish to draw some, But gusts of stormy tempest, It blows the grains away. You look on. And you still draw, Small lines, Broken lines, Anonymous, Indistinct. Someday, Those lines would merge, An amalgam of all the broken ones, And a masterpiece borne. For… Continue reading Life- story

A Question

Doing the daily things, The hours go by. The days go by. The weeks go by. The months go by. The years go by. And then one day, I wake up from the stupefied slumber, Hair all tousselled, Eyes sleep puffed, And mind in inertia. I wake up, And ask myself aloud, A litany of… Continue reading A Question

Lives that will last

Our lives, They are linked across space and time, Connected by destiny, That echoes through the ages. Each life, A reflection of the last that you have lived, You may not go on forever, But your voices does. As time flies, It may become quiet, But is never forgotten, For, The truth that it carries,… Continue reading Lives that will last

A hope

She’s all the places That she wants to visit. She’s all the road trips That she wants to take. She’s all the words That she wants to write in her diary. She’s all the magical characters That lived in her favourite books. She’s filled to the brim That what makes her dream and hope. She… Continue reading A hope

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 30th, 2020

Today’s prompt comes to us compliments of Lauren. Thank you, Lauren! Lauren. Thank you, Lauren! 'Your prompt for JusJoJan January 30th, 2020, is “finished.” Use the word “finished” any way you’d like' I dream to see a dream. It is what I want to be, But could not be. It is what I desire ,… Continue reading Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 30th, 2020

Ronovan Writes#Weekly#Haiku#Poetry Prompt#Challenge#289#Dream & March

She wore her small dreams, Like a shiny diadem, It made her march on. Via: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/01/20/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-dreammarch/

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly

An unsung Ode ( a senryu) Beauty in her soul, Her bright spirit a beacon, But still much maligned. Via:https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/11/12/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-153-synonymsonly/

It arose ( a double haiku)

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. .

Bloom to be beautiful

Let me lose myself