Darkness enveloped the world, and hope was dying, unfamiliar shapes tore through the grey skies and restored trust in life. Inspired by #Writephoto -- horizon at Sue Vincent https://scvincent.com/2017/03/09/thursday-photo-prompt-horizon-writephoto/
The works of art that speak to you have a soul. The words that reverberate for aeons have a soul. The acts that touch you or hurt you drive your soul. The creator’s part that is given to the creation is a slice of his soul. Your body is a tool … Continue reading Soul
William, I have waited too long after the ‘Will you marry me?’ question was popped. You are waiting for your father to bequeath his will in your favour. You are not sure, if he will support this marriage, since he wants you to marry a heiress. How could you be sure, that I will … Continue reading Popping the Question
She was a beauty – cherished, pampered and well-cared for, but had spent her life in captivity. The transition from babyhood to youth, passed away unnoticed. She peeped out of the window, and fantasized about the pleasures, which the outside world offered. A few books, carefully selected by her protectors, the ageing tutors and the … Continue reading Unblossomed
If all the world And truth Be thy love … But Time Becometh Dumb Of cares to come Fade, Wayward Winter, Fancy’s Spring, Sorrow’s Fall Soon wither, soon forgotten In folly ripe, in reason rotten. All these in me No means can move But could my mind move To live with thee, … Continue reading (Un)Seasoned Love
Did you realize, that the tables turned on you? I took all your blarney, and dumped you. I picked new benchmarks, and moved along my path You were deceived by my eyes, where your real face shone through. Inspired by Patricia's Place, In other Words https://patriciasplace.me/2017/03/08/29909/
Flower power is ability to express different emotions at different life stages from spring to winter and Death. Inspired by #weeklytankachallenge -35 https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/03/08/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-35-spring-flowers/
Beautiful expression and picture…
she wears her shell well
pristine sheen hardened to hide
tender truth within
Whose fire was it that demanded appeasement? The rains wet the earth unmindful of passion raging below the surface. Inspired by Colleen's Weekly #Tanka #Poetry #Challenge-24 https://colleenchesebro.com/2017/03/07/colleens-weekly-tanka-poetry-challenge-24-fire-rain/
Was it black magic, hypnosis, witchcraft or treecraft? The magical evening had cast its spell on me, in the forest. I could not just see and smell the trees, but hear them. I was drunk on their beauty and wisdom. I had often wondered why my grandmother told me not to pluck flowers, after sundown. … Continue reading The Forest Society
