Shining, sharp and stackedWaiting to stab, poke and scoopConfined to the stack
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Sunflower #haiku
The flower withers The sun stays shining above Seeds will rise again #TankaTuesday
One Liners
What I saw in the sun is what sun saw reflecting in me In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday
Hanging on hope
In the dark he wentLeaving a scent behindAlone I waitOn the edgesof darknessThe deep lonely blackClosing in on meI stay aliveand sanehanging on to the hopeHanging precariouslyon the imagined footstepsOn his cloths that hangAnd a shrinking strip of light Photo Challenge #425
Like the Butterflies
Many colourson our wingsWe are likethe butterflies Flutteringin the breezeIn frolic and in painAlways looking nice The warm long hugsThe loud happy laughsPats on the headsAnd the soothing lullabies Talks on the swingsstretching into the nightsongs of nostalgiaand a pair of moist eyes Memories add a tingeto the colours on our wingsSome dark crimsonSome matchingContinue reading “Like the Butterflies”
Wherever
Wherever is a good destination In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday #1LinerWeds
Riding free
She rides the horseA free spirited steedHooves galloping swiftWings flying wideSometimes on the groundon the lush green meadowSometimes in airOn the fluffy white cloudskicking up the grassAnd sometimes the cloudsBouncing manesAnd her flowing hairMatching their rhythmMatching the stridesThere is a songThat the wind singsShe hears the songShe sings that tooThere are no reinsThere is nowhereContinue reading “Riding free”
Sharing lives 18 Jul
Melanie, our gracious host has posed these questions for us this week; QUESTIONS; 1. In one sentence, how would you sum up the internet? A web 2. Is true beauty subjective or objective? Everything is beautiful 3. How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant? (like last week, I threw this one inContinue reading “Sharing lives 18 Jul”
My buried musical notes
I scribble my work notesKeeping my guitar asideMy song hangs in the airAs in my daily rut, I slide The pen writes deepImpressions go beyondIt takes its tollSmudges my happy song I need to pull backSit back and relax a littleThere is the sand that flowsThrough the hour glass so brittle I pick my guitarIContinue reading “My buried musical notes”
Let me know #whatdoyousee
#whatdoyousee Yeah! What do you see?
My Tales Within 