splash of joystained reputation-growing upawakensthe mind to consequenceschildhood bliss cut short somewhere on the benchmy perspectives on life changedthose exciting sprintsbecame tiring marathonsa setting sun grieves the day What Do You See #302
I revel in artsplashing colours on blanknesswatching them assumeshapes dictated by my thoughts-vagabonds in a forest God, give me a platform where silence verbalises itself an easel finds measking for a wild canvasthat does not contain,but sets free white energy-I paint patterns to hold Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
kids relaxmumma on the prowlnature's giftmotherhoodbestows some special powerssafety guaranteed wow factordissipates slowly-this is nota kitchenspirits walk across mirrorsselfies tramsmuted WDYS #301
when the light shines again I won’t be seen for I wasa firefly shining in the dark whom the stars, moon, nightand youignored. I was nevera threat to you,but held potential to light up Hope,and you feared being obliterated by its power MTB at dVerse
Here's my take she soars above hopewhile he holds the ladder highwaiting patientlya new language of supportgender roles dwindle away Image: AI generated Tanka Tuesday - Taiga
“Should you buy the white?” A headline on my screen sets me thinking. It alludes to bullion prices, where silver appears to be riding on the gold wave. But I am transported to another zone. In my late years, should I settle for the neutrality of white as against the dense wisdom of black? Is … Continue reading Buying the White
Is that a bird, or a dream?On the book cover, hope gleamsLet’s turn the pages and look afreshIs there a structure to keep us unmeshed? Is that a handcuff or a structure?Does it lend meaning to lives torn asunderFreedom is about having an optionYou may celebrate or choose to shun. What Do You See #300
it's my perspectiveit feels like eternal truthtill it clashes withanother eternal truthrewind the thought clock to findthe terrain has changed - that's life OLN #388
regrets flowmirror reflectionsshed dark tearssilentlyimperceptible, afraidunconfessed sorrow a tree fallsroots withdraw supportearthquakes wantvictimspeakperpetrators of pain gounnoticed, unmourned Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
Shed fears like you shed clothes. I’m compelled to be a sharkto protect myself from a whaleand nibble on baby crocodilesThey swallow smaller fish;Their bellies are notwhere I want to be We sail in the same boatof self-defence Quadrille at dVerse
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