walkingso fearlesslyinto the setting sunHope I live to tell your storywhen you emergeon other sidestransformed, touched, purifiedbathed in golden light; unawareof change worshippedby waiting worldsyour scorched skin lies ignoredsomewhere; the pain forgotten innew forms Photo Challenge #486
a formdisfigured with thornsready to hurt otherswith no provocation a mind and bodyconsuming itselfby venom retention consciousness unable to seepain stored in folds of memoryletting malignancy bewithout excavation kills wellnessof self and othersmutual destruction Quadrille #186 - Fold
hail the moon'sundaunted courageit jumps throughring of firesatellite makes presence feltblocks light for a while hail the sun'sgenerosityit absorbsa friend's heartno harm inflicted on longstanding sustained bonds then they gotheir own way, resumeold patternsknow that theyvalidated each otherto create records Friday Faithfuls - Ring of Fire
souls are not healed by chicken soupthey need somethingchunkier than destinyfairer than creamstronger than a seasoningto differentiatebetween life and dreamand all that liesin between souls keep movingwith immeasurable forcethey touch earth againand yet againpulled by gravityquestion Karma justicewith gravitasbut receive no reply-once again, they flyin sacred spacesbetween blocksof the universe souls are immortalconsigned to cyclesof … Continue reading Not Healed by Chicken Soup
Who cares if Pearly Gates are closedthere are other worlds to gofloating around in between planetsmay be a great adventurebreaking theories and norms Who knows what I may discover therewhich makes your constructed worlds redundantso what if black holes are not tailored for meI will adapt and adopt new waysmy soul will assume new forms … Continue reading Unprecedented
A lovely façade in white and goldStep on marble – shiny and coldYou look for someone, but hear no soundForget directions for the world is roundA bird chirps outside; tiny dogs bark This hall looks like a libraryIntellect beckons; is it a sanctuary?A few empty shelves demand actionReader, welcome! thoughts need tractionto be preserved for … Continue reading Five steps to Nirvana
We set off on a long driveWith a map and a planwanting to see the worldexplore this vast landreach a destination with elan We pass by milestonesThat mark our progressThey tell us how far we've comeAnd how much more is leftLest we divert or digress Some milestones are big and brightThey make us feel elatedThey … Continue reading Milestones
Chosen poem Once it was the color of saying .... by Dylan Thomas Shared on Poetics: Dead Poets Society when dreams were the stuff of imaginationromance nothing more than infatuation I walked through narrow streets; wanted to own the skyTill someone told me an air-hostess is just a waitressYou might as well be a pilotYou … Continue reading Shades of life
has the moon ever looked so lovelythan in your thick, brown, sturdy armsholding it with a prayerstay for more than a night-when leaves turning moonfall from your armsyou lay yourheart barecry Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge Kigo word - Leaves turning Moon
when eyes are still limpid poolsbut skin around them crinkleslines are experientialdon’t call them wrinkles when brushing silver strandsfrom the mink coatis a status symboldon’t let silly numberssink your magnificent boatbe happy you are still afloat Quadrille at dVerse
