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Fimple

I received a comment from a friend where she appreciated a poem and termed it ‘Fimple’ and beautiful. The error was unintentional and innocent, but it got me thinking, what this word would mean if it was a word. I wonder about the sound of it, the image of it and possibly the taste andContinue reading “Fimple”

Hidden by the Mist

Into the woodsThey walkPath hiddenby the mist Alongsidestep by steptogetherHeld by the Wrist Unruly stonesFeet do stumbleHurt and acheAnkles do twist The tender touchRub on the skinLove healswarm shoulders assist Every worryEvery sorrowForgottenWhen they kissed Don’t need a destinationWhen we are togetherIn the woodsHidden by the mist #Whatdoyousee #WDYS

From earth they all rise

From earth they riseSome wantedSome undesiredSome ugly, some nice Not only the matter of seenThe lush grassthe incessant weedBoth coloured bright green Both rise togetherNourished by the same sunSprouting from the same earthNone worse, none better Existing for what they areUnconcerned by likes and dislikesExpressing their selfNone a loser, none a star Who is theContinue reading “From earth they all rise”

Stillness of the deep

In the lakeLaying placidLies buriedmeanings deep Calm on the surfaceLike a pretending mirrorReflecting the fakeHiding the truth beneath the inquisitive fingerScratches the surfaceIn a poke of inquiryPierces the flimsy sheath Ripples give awaythe illusionDistorting the unrealRevealing the truth we seek It’s not the blue skyOr the ochre of the woodsIt’s the flow of the waterAndContinue reading “Stillness of the deep”

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”

The earthy smell

Clouds sprout in plentyFlourishing in the fresh new glowFloating merrily aboveinvisible roots stretching out below They belong to the skyBorn out of the rainSun it’s fatherarisen from the earthly womb’s pain Yet to growThey are whiteSomeday they will be ladenWith all the burden that arise Turning darkIt obscures the sunCasting shadow on the earth belowFilledContinue reading “The earthy smell”

The quite place

It was a picnicJust Him and hera quiet placeDeafening silence prevailedFilled by the roar of waterHe seemed to say somethingThe bark was incessantThere was nothing to worryShe saidin a calming voiceher voice drownedin the falling waterThey were safeEncased by the logsIn their secret placeNo one would trouble themNot even her parentsNo one knewThe rising watersContinue reading “The quite place”