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| Waiting for the words.... |
She,
Listens,
Words yet not sung,
Reads
Stories yet not written,
Imagines,
Future yet not known.
She rests her pencil,
On the scratched and yellowed canvas,
As she waits,
For the words,
She needs to write one day.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
March 23, 2017
Yellowed Canvas
She,
Listens,
Words yet not sung,
Reads
Stories yet not written,
Imagines,
Future yet not known.
She rests her pencil,
On the scratched and yellowed canvas,
As she waits,
For the words,
She needs to write one day.
January 18, 2017
Life goes on...
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| Life goes on.. |
Turns and twists
Change in the course
Smooth rides
Or bumpy flights
Breaking up
Or making up
Taking all in stride
March with pride
Create a world
Enjoy soliloquy
Life goes on.
January 07, 2017
Cocoon
Wind blows,lifting,
Finely woven quilt, of fragile emotions.
As it flies away, by sudden gust,
I hold onto it, with all my might.
Wind rests,
Once again,I slip inside,
As it flies away, by sudden gust,
I hold onto it, with all my might.
Wind rests,
Once again,I slip inside,
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| Cocoon |
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| Gust |
January 08, 2016
Whirlpool
The Whirlpool of life pulled me in,
Darkness descended,
Suddenly I heard the song of spring,
Serenading me in lilting voice,
Fresh and Green, it gave me back,
The meaning of my life.
December 07, 2015
Sand Castle
Diligently, she gathers
Gritty
sand and hard pebbles,
Unmindful
of marks they leave on her hands.
Earth's
laps
Invite
her to build
The
mansion of her dreams.
With
imagination running riot,
She
creates a castle from the sand,
Little
realizing the awaiting fate .
A sound
penetrates,
The
rising crescendo,
Of
advancing waves.
She
awaits
with
stoic countenance,
The
inevitable of it.
Touching
her feet
In
penance,
Waves
envelop her dream.
She
kneels down,
Crumbled
remains
Pass
through her fingers.
She
stares
At
her crumbled dream,
Diligently
she gathers,
Gritty
sand and hard pebbles.
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