Pain shrieks
Ears hear it Loud
And clear
Eyes watch
The macabre
Stoned dry
Mind stays
comfortably
numbed
The popular song Pink Floyd ‘Comfortably Numb’ always made sense. Especially in these times of eerily silent cacophony.
#musette
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
If I could
I would
It would be neat
Any one of them
Would be good
If me, they don’t eat
Does my scrawl
Figure on your scroll
Do my verse
Travel across to your universe
I wonder
And when it does
Does your eyes linger
And stop the fidgety finger
Do the words penetrate
Does your heart resonate
I wonder
And if it does
There must be a sign
That creates the perfect rhyme
Of the song in me
Echoing in you
As I scrawl
I wonder…
Claps are the fuel
For performance
Audience are essential
For performance
Performance is necessary
for claps
Yes, we all write for ourselves.
Fueled by the surge of emotions
but claps are essential
to keep the fire burning.
Faraway, we sit,
reading on the glowing screens.
Momentarily connected.
Feeling and resonating the same emotions.
These moments are priceless.
I am glad for all of us who are writing and pouring out our emotions and creating these connection.
So it’s many claps to all of us 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
So do keep the claps coming
Like if you do
Follow if you like 😊
🙏🙏🙏
Rains
Incessant – persistent
Filled in clouds
Pours out the heavens
Bliss
There is good in me
That peeks
and yearns to be seen
There is bad in me
That seeks
To cast shadow on the screen
It’s not that
the good, is what is me
And the bad, is not me
It’s just that
what I choose to keep,
Is all
that is Me
What do you listen to while you work?
I listen
to the heart
that guides me
To my true destination
I listen
to the clock
that tells me
Life is flowing by
I listen
to the birds singing outside
That tells me
There is a world outside
I listen
to my boss
Who tells me
Stop dreaming and work 🫡😄
There is
a slice I see
that’s me
And Rest
There in the flow
Is you
There lies
In difference
The world
The eye
Sees it all clear
Yet not
Pupil
Dilating full
To see
Only
the covering
Vain Veil
When I see this painting by Alma Thomas, The eclipse, I see the eyes that’s veiled with layers of falsehood. It only sees the vain world.
Wrote a Musette. Maybe it would resonate with you
#haiku
There is a dark sky
That walks
Across the scattering
Of Little sparks
Then in time it turns
To the bright blue side
In keeping, with the pattern,
That It must abide
In many such cycles
Travels forward the time
In its ashes, soon forgotten
Is all that I adored as mine
And then when the urn is filled
Up to the brim, piles up the grime
It would start all over again
One story at a time
My Tales Within