separated by screens and masks connected by devices I often wonder if I hear them correctly humans spend more time peeping inwards eavesdropping to hear the voice of your conscience and soul strangers we have been not sure if more to ourselves or others https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/07/quadrille-111-whats-that-rustling-in-the-eaves/
songs of yore of budding talent blossoming desires in gardens of hope -caretakers gently took us forward encounters on paths revealed a lot more grows in gardens other than talent roots ignored transplantations with blessings of power a favoured few enjoy shade and fruit https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/10/how-does-your-garden-grow-dverse-quadrille/
“The Rose Garden is being redesigned,” said she, walking amidst brambles on the zig-zag path I saw potential which could have bloomed if not partnered with obnoxiousness -an identity that could have shaped better without the golden umbrella which encased her hungry spirit https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/27/quadrille-no-108-among-the-brambles/
“Cut my veins, the blood is blue”… famously said someone who’d not tasted the hue Into the blues, he dived with gallons of alcohol…. When Fame deserted, Arrogance took its toll Deep blue sky where he shone once Stardom - a shadow of the hole https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/13/quadrille-107-blue-monday/
tiny fingers drumming tables grew up tak-dhina-dhin goes the bea for eager dancers to move their feet hymn-singers find him to invoke incantation meditators grateful good concentration He rules the podium with fiery speeches provoking crowds The drummer has come a long way indeed… https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/15/quadrille-106/ Note: Tabla is the Indian version of drums, played with … Continue reading Tabla beats
life slips away like sand through my fingers in moments -treasured, feared -of despair I wonder what to let go what to pick up -put away for eternity -restore or repair Sky is eternity the framework against which -I build castles in the air https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/01/quadrille-105-cry-havoc-and-let-slip-the-dogs-of-war/
holding fragile truth in cracks of my hands fearing dissipation of cherished fragrances shedding of petals which adorn life petals which perish but blossom again in new colors, shapes define sensibilities give new dimensions to senses in a post-truth era and fix all fixers https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/18/quadrille-104-oh-were-in-a-fix/ https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/19/photo-challenge-316/ https://amanpan.com/2020/05/18/eugis-weekly-prompt-cherish-may-18-2020/
It seems silly to rolling on grass taste winds inhale skies get lost in the universe out of traps I dwelt in it feels good it’s liberating to stand close to touch another no rules ro intervene Nirvana This is it This is it…. https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/05/photo-challenge-314/ https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/04/lighten-up-a-bit/
we pride ourselves on intellect, gross domestic product, nuclear power, global recognition yet we fear being overtaken -build our defences in trade barriers, arms and ammunition flushing out toxicity and causes thereof is the biggest challenge we face - but are nowhere near a solution https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/20/quadrille-102/
people on a sacrosanct mission following propagating the leader’s rules quashing disagreement getting into malleable frames easy to manipulate easy to be directed on preordained paths not knowing whose interest it serves but fired up… nevertheless magic of Opium never ceases to surprise me https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/23/quadrille-100-abracadabra-wheres-my-magic-wand/
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