When Truth Shrinks

truth filters in like light shaftsfrom the branches of an old treeunsure of survival-fearing intense focuswhen the tree is choppedwith a political axeby opportunist woodcutters truth shrinksmakes way for darkness-parallel existenceleaves onlookersin a quandary Quadrille #210

Bid goodbye

menacingshadowscrouch behindshape-shift-to scare-to dare till I stretchmy handto touch itfeel them meltin my palmscrumbling downlike cigarette ash -remnantsof past bitternessblazing embersof aching memoriesI give my regardsto past livesand bid goodbyeto breathe free Poetics: Inspired by Album Cover Art

The Art of Wooing

She licks her lips to wipe off the foam. The coffee taste is incredible, but this foam refuses to go away. She wipes it off with a paper napkin and puts it back in the empty cup. She cannot believe her eyes. It seems to be drowning in non-existent liquid and then vanishes altogether. It … Continue reading The Art of Wooing

Haunted

It vanishes slowlylike a wispy threadin thin air-that inexplicable feelingof being hunted or haunted I turn back to shake handswith the tormentorA mirror imagegreets me Are we similarOr are we the same? the question will hauntmy respirationas long as breath lastsand as long asI breathe free Poetics: Haunted Harvest

Unfair

grains of sandlost particlesoystered by luckstrung togetherlend a regal aurato a swan-like neck many others of their ilktrampled uponby the same queen’sdainty feet-knowgrooming mattersmore than lineagedestiny mattersmore than abilityUnfairness rules… Quadrille at dVerse

Change of Regime

whispers of indignationfrom trampledflame-hued leaves we provided shadewhen we were greenmaturity knowsevery cycle ends bare branchesraise new foliageroots nourish soil laments separationtangerine ferocityswept awaymemory erased a new regimebrings fresh ruleslessons unlearned Poetics - Autumn

Life’s Evening

Late at night, a question raises its headalone in the room, I sit up and screamIs it real, or was it a bad dream?Am I sane? Have I gone totally mad? I ask the dark sky and the empty bedWhere have all my friends and companions goneAn owl peeks, a dog howls, lonely night groanslate … Continue reading Life’s Evening

Nature’s Symphony

nature’s rebellionIn the form of stormsmakes me wonderabout yet another symphonya windchime in open aira lullaby during the dayor yet another tsunami waiting to envelopea groggy consciousnessvalidate a seer’s predictionsbringing about an awakeningto survive and thriveor a predestined end? Poetics- Endings Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Nature's Symphony

Vampire

endless unquenched thirstfor artsy lines and wordstired eyes behind glassesperk up with curious glances weary feet drag a mindto scan a library, findundiscovered treasuresin hidden measures the undying vampirelights firesfails to sleep-a quest so deep Quadrille #208 - Undead to the World Photo Challenge #533