Micropoetry

unseen colors bursting out to beat the blues   Three Line Tales

understanding themes playing out on the sky sleep eludes eyes from sunset to sunrise a story is born at dawn   Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 117 In other words, sleep at Patricia's Place Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille

breathing fire once feels labored now – soul and speech dis-united   Ronovan Writes

a wistful count blind future - will all those leaving home return?   Haikai Challenge #54    

first raindrops reuniting with friend earth petrichor wafting through wetness on thirsty hearts and ground   Petrichor — the term was coined in 1964 by two Australian scientists studying the smells of wet weather Source: LiveScience- Petrichor   Poetics- Comfort Smells

humans harvesting joy by nurturing life human, plant or animal –Love prevails   In other words, harvest at Patricia's Place

If I fly, I’ll leave footprints on clouds. It will give me a fleeting satisfaction of a task well done, till someone else rewrites history and presents a different picture. Do I take this flight, or chart a different path – solo, undirected? The door of the cage is open. It is only a matter … Continue reading Unsung

The sound I hear is pure agony – something I didn’t expect to hear in a stadium full of cheering fans. It emanated from the depth of a soul, and pierced my sympathetic ears. I start moving in the direction of the sound. Another set of sounds- muffled sobs greet me. I see a girl … Continue reading Wild Life