harbingers- pregnant pauses which shape thoughts in color of expectations to recreate a future I often stop to think would it have been different if the messenger had not appeared at that destined moment? Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub
Harbingers
Or?
sharp, hawkish eyes follow me in rough terrains guards or destroyers? Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
It keeps me going
my secret treasure support I dream about but never do have nevertheless, it keeps me going in rough, tough terrains In other words, secret treasure at Patricia's Place
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #71
Indira gets it right on Sharing your thoughts….
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #71
getting right is important
and necessary
to some extent
for some things in life
you may get a second chance
for some many chances
to keep trying and improve
and to set it right
but for some
you are given only one chance
even if you do
with lots of preparation
and experience
yet if you falter a bit
all your efforts
goes down the drain
leaving you
with much regret and pain
Delusions
shallow souls swimming in dark depths of blue oceans dreaming of skies Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
Game of life
ambitions nurtured by love-filled hearts stars in the eyes Life – a game of cards with unexpected deals shows and surrenders, bearing the brunt of clubs and spades awaiting emergence of jokers in the pack Life – A game of chess where we are pawns masquerading as queens manipulated by Kings (278 … Continue reading Game of life
Well-crafted
carefully reconstructed remnants of memories do not fill the void inside. I still long for snug woolliness of cloud-like imagination which carried me through childhood years this is what it looks like -a well-crafted replica of irreplaceable, inimitable conceptual treasures lost in growing up. (44 words) All about reminiscences of a lost era … Continue reading Well-crafted
In My Whole – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
In my whole – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
What Do You See – Helene Vaillant
In my whole
There are those times,
though fewer than I’d like,
when I ride the thermals to me,
a flight beyond fancy,
wherever that may be and,
to ensconce
in the luxury of my inner world
a vast continent of view
to feel,
to chew,
the thoughts that are so delicious,
to tease the obtuse
and the ever beyond so hard to apprehend
to touch the daily with delight
taking time to reflect
where the jingle jangle is so without
and I am so within
feeling prescient,
whole,
inexplicably content,
an infinity,
floating,
above these tufts of merengue,
sitting in my old friend
the tree of life as wisdom tree
looking,
seeing,
a wisdom so inarticulate,
other than to say,
I am me,
and here I am,
contentedly content,
in my whole.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Photo Challenge #249 – Things Growing in My Eyes.
Things growing in my eyes …. by Michael
There are things growing in my eyes,
They weren’t always there
But I feel them now
Moments when my vision blurs
When a good rubbing clears them away
Until they find cause to grow again.
It wasn’t always this way
I had good eyes once,
Blue, clear, 20/20 vision.
But age caught up with me
First my long sight
Then reading, I was ensnared
When my eyes found reason to get lazy
And I had to wear glasses
For that gave rise to more laziness
Thicker lenses and heavier frames.
They tell me its part of getting older
But I think denial can take care of that
At least I tell myself that
As I clean my spectacles once again
Rub the bridge of my nose
As it complains of a weight
It wasn’t supposed to bear.
Looking down at my computer screen
I pop on my computer glasses
So…
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Fearless
fear generated by deliberate design wild grass belies Photo Challenge #249
