It is the same Sun that greets me every morning. I don my eye-glasses, and strain the eyes to see if there are any additional rays in the aura around it. A year has passed, and it should reflect in the Sun’s achievements - like a new medal. I think of all the shades of … Continue reading Same Sun, New Colors
I missed the train to happiness success that could have been destinations which were a dream I’m happy the bubble burst and I found a new path…. I’m only me and my dreams as goal posts moved away Barricades gave way to detours Stations stare back at me I missed the train to happiness https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/01/04/what-do-you-see-63-january-4-21/
Did i want to see you sprouting a hero's wings You were born a villain - but changed stories with your unscheduled, unplanned flight we lived isolated, independent of all that was thought of as indispensable surprised by our inherent strength -explored creative fields, emerged artists painting bright new landscapes Thank you, Corona Goodbye! https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2020/12/29/tanka-tuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-209-last-challenge-of-2020/
Grown-up, am I? shadows wanting control linger on in my space voices of disapproval ring on endlessly Grown-up, am I? castigating me in public spaces feeds their fragile egos not bothering about mine Grown-up, am I? leave them to their smallness, insecurities let them evolve at their own pace I shrug off and move on … Continue reading Grown-up, am I? #FFFC
I pack gifts In glittering stars with lots of love and some disdain… I wish they’d taken my thoughts afar given understanding as regular refrain I set the table in red, green go the flavours I hope they appreciate a multi-hued brain matching steps with them merry song and dance I dream of companions on … Continue reading Xmas Poem
We are not the same people, you knowdays, weeks, months go by, with millions of breathsto each moment lived, I place a wreathWe may forget, but we reap what we sow days, weeks, months go by, with millions of breathsEtched on life - purify me like never beforeWe may forget, but we reap what we … Continue reading We are not the same people
The dice tumbled and the table leaned forward with held breath would it be a one or a six? given a chance it wants spherical dice where numbers mix wiped out dots to give opportunities to guess with some time to correct the mess dice lands on a rough surface a polished side gleaming A … Continue reading Rolling Dice
shooting flames throw some light dark secrets from past tumble out - fond memories take a flight diaries hidden In book covers speak a different language than warmth of fireplace I freeze - a chill hovers neither a pull, nor a hook my once cherished inglenook https://dversepoets.com/2020/12/14/quadrille-118-in-the-inglenook/
terror dancing in the hallI watched the mask fallThey called him by a different nameAdolf written all over the game I watched the mask falla dictatorial culture enthralledAdolf written all over the gameOne by one, they emerge from the mane a dictatorial culture enthralledmore than one in the mask, what gall!One by one, they emerge … Continue reading Adolf written all over the game
vigour and fervour hands that clasp mine hold promises for a future Relaxed, I roam around waiting to be called back there is no sound… I come back to the cosy place an unfamiliar iron grip Rings alarms - it is too late I’m placed under house arrest a public speech, new promises there they … Continue reading Tightening grips
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