who saysco-existenceis co-operationanimate and inanimateobjects cannotsee eye to eyeperspectives change with laneshumans, rocks drive on separatehighways imposedtraps show un-easeosmosis of tensiondesperate to escape - fear inthose eyes What Do You See
So many colors
are there
to paint your dreams
to your choice and taste
Move away
from your black-and-white dreams
Destiny and goals
might have been written
but the fun is in
trying
and
coloring
so
dare
to dream big
For my last poem of the week I’ve amalgamated 2 prompts from Moonwashed Weekly Prompts (New Dawnings) & Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262 (Random Dreams) titled Random Dawnings of New Dreams. Hope that ye enjoy the read! 🤞🙏😁📖
RANDOM DAWNINGS OF NEW DREAMS
A New Year brings with it
Promises of New Dawnings
Interspersed with
Drowsy yawnings
As it sleepily emerges
Into life
From last year’s slumber
With it’s random dreams
On our mind’s cinema screens
If we’re willing
To stop fawning
Over the year that is past
You’ll stop spawning
The same results
Eliminate the drama
And inner tumult
Time to tear asunder
Old habits
And break through the glass
Ceiling
Of your self-imposed limitations
Otherwise
New Dawnings
will become
Chasms yawning
Of could have beens.
Should’ve beens
Chances to change
Won’t keep falling
Into your lap
Time to tap
Into your potential
It’s enlightening
It’s exponential It could…
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*A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.
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how does one hear colors when there were once laughter and fireworks now it’s- the numbing silence of longing and broken promises how does one see its effects when everywhere you turn the lenses of adulthood suffers from astigmatism? how does one provide a sufficient description when all through her life all she tasted were the insipidities of a poverty drenched life how does one feel the spectrum of its essence when the whole world is color blind with the gripping need to paint the skin in order to feel something within drive ourselves to the extreme taint our lives to some extent just to realize we are actually living oh how I wish trees emit hues with oxygen that everytime we breathe we glow a little then we can all stop taking it from our lil’ munchkins and kids perhaps, we can learn to create it…
random dreams upon my broken limbs lingered slowly as it navigated to break free dreams that have been my greatest solace in those days when my world was in a total mess random dreams, that’s all i got in a place full of regrets.
random dreams upon my broken heart yearned deeply as it tried to come out of the pit dreams that have been my bravest allies in those occassions when living means denying random dreams, that’s all i got in my life full of grief.
random dreams upon my vanquished soul longed completely to be honored and fulfilled in those moments when dreaming was impossible random dreams, that’s all i got in my solitude full of chaos.
random dreams upon my forgotten self random dreams, that’s all i got
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