Frank Hubeny is hosting a classic form of potery - The Rubaiyat on dVerse this week. Do visit to get enriched. via Poetry Forms – The Rubaiyat
Harbingers
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
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
Soul
Eugenia's poem soul- imitates fervor, continually feeling, forever passionate. a soft-spoken soul making the world a better place always with a smile graceful and cheerful engaging mingling spirits the epitome of spiritedness soul- My 'Soul' extension soul- unseen, intangible yet makes it presence felt drives life, belief in afterlife force difficult to decipher subject of … Continue reading Soul
Expectation management
A life steeped in misery wasted in regret failure in expectation management…. Who set the bar for me? Am I obliged to take those steep stairs to reach where I din’t want to be earn a success label which fails to make me happy? Quadrille #72
Till it happens
frozen dreams await thawing of minds to act, charge ahead mingle with rivers on an adventure or ride boats to pre-planned destinations till…. heat generated internally does it all …. Thursday Photo Prompt
Shadows
Did I see My shadow there? It does not look like me. disfigured, disconnected, mutilated by objects in between Mirrors have different ‘effects’ cameras have filters and lenses. How do I recognize my own ‘self’’? devices have so dulled my senses. I seek a mirror which to mould to my shape realtime, … Continue reading Shadows
Evolution
timid hearts walk on feet of gloom till feline courage inspires – and opens doors to an existence of unconditional supremacy. human life learns how to overcome and overstep self-imposed thresholds to emerge unscathed in the land of sunshine What Do You See? by Helene Vaillant at Willowpoetry
Submerged
This is inspired by a Hindi poem, written by Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) here, for Reena's Exploration Challenge #70 perspectives draw me into a convoluted logic I see you in mirrors, not prisms in a lab your crowning glory clouds my existence but I see you glow in fading sunlight brilliance of your countenance blinds … Continue reading Submerged
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