reflected glorymesmerizes ardent viewerseach petal declaresallegiance to azure skytwilight strikes contemplation ~Between fragility and flame, truth finds its voice~ blooms elevatedby following trails of lightturn inwards; reflectbeneath a space cadet skyinner core fuels life to fly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #67 - All things Yellow
fragments of hope and dreamsstitched together in a patterndesigned to vocaliseall that was left unsaidstructured to open windowsthat let breathetexturised to give a viewof the world outsidenot wholebut just enough to createsome more patterns Fabric of the psycheA silent spongeDrinks perspectivesreshaping itselfinto imprintsbut remainsporous to hope,dreaming new skies. Poetics Tuesday: What Art Says The Met … Continue reading Porosity
morning sunmakes a surprised appearancestifled sighs of the nightchirping on branchesinspire hope withnew address Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #63
I wish you would askbefore I hold my breath tightbeliefs drowning meMy core struggles to break freefrom weight of imposed dogmas Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
leader steps forwardshadows stretch behind the glowlight crowns the silence What Do You See #338 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pG9rZZ_UCG4 There are previously published poems I found relevant to this prompt on Light and Shadows.
muscles achescattered mindneeds focus eyelids droopguilt hits hardI must write a page callsa thought screamsI am home Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
I commuted to college in the local trains of Mumbai, back when they were not closed and air-conditioned. A window seat was a morning prize; standing at the door in the evening, the wind rushing against your face felt like a release. Road traffic drifted below, and the rectangular windows in buildings became silent openings … Continue reading Windows
dark thoughtson white paperpour out from bleeding heartspotless ambience no relieffrom pain What Do You See #335
I painted the silhouette of a boat on the ocean of despair. Its outline was fragile, yet it carried the promise of passage. My hands found the oars, hesitant at first, then steady. Each stroke disturbed the depths, raking up opportunities, buried like pearls in the silt. The boat was no miracle; it was a … Continue reading Painted Boat
it feltlike disrespect - yourderogatory expressionI flinched, butsaw no reason to give in togaslighting attempts; I walkedaway W3 Prompt #204
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