I watch the eras parading bystories bloom on my wrinkled skinI hug each moment to saygoodbye and release itto free both of usfrom memoriesDeath beckonsI findpeace Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 22 Image Credit: Paul Szlosek at Paul's Wonderful World of Color
the sky tastes saltyteardrops falling from HeavenI talk to the raincradled on my palms spread outto make a wish and receiveblessings on my skin, not tongue I may just spit outGod's vulnerabilityin words or poemsHelp me retain your essencebefore you drench other worldswith your magnanimity Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
gold blooms through silverfusion by pressure techniquesheat both makes and breaks it's been a long timewe looked at life in the eyedreams metamorphosed love moulded in ringsmetal outlasts fragile bondsco-creating life Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge P.S. In the Korean art of keumboo, jewellers fuse pure gold to silver with pressure and heat. The result is … Continue reading Rensaku
I scout for eyeballson my journey through etherblinking attentionlidless eyes watch but can't speakcurtailed communication "Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." —Buddha visibilitymatters when I burn through mindsinstigate actionTruth needs to make itself heardSun and Moon are silent lamps Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
will youtreasure albumsof dreams, when daylight fadesadventures draw us in endlesspursuits? chasingsuccess will teachnew tricks and strategieswill you be there when memoriesbeckon? Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge hosted by Yvette M. Calleiro
presumptuousnesswants to live in joy; Ahoylet's get there where peacesurvives happiness; beckonsReason to make a factsheetblankness reveals layered truth Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
unseasonal rainsdrops slide off my open palmpetrichor engulfs fading consciousnessrevives with blessings from clouds-Unseasonal rainsThe crane of hope lifts me upwet palms hold a slice of life Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge - Hainka
Seeds - buried or sownExhibit great resilienceEarn a bright futureDemure visage discardedSprout into lush greenery Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
leave me alone with raw,enchanted poemsnot even the poet can come between us-my interpretation-my conversation let the words fly at meloaded with meaningtargeting my invisible subconsciousdevelop languagesaddress my parched soul leave me alone with booksaged paper cannotcome between me and outdated ideasI will infuse new lifemake them whole again Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
ALMOST dreams fulfilledcelebrationsin the airexplosionsround the corner, firecrackersand then - a close brush someone saysart imitates lifelife denies… The above poem is a broken Shadorma for W3 Prompt #151 Image credit: Photography by Hanan Mamoun INTERPRETATION Photo by Mathilde Langevin on Pexels.com hope springsin the form ofbright blooms to capture heartscherry blossoms last weeksthe tree … Continue reading Life
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