QUEST FOR PEACE

I flew to the stars shared the vacuum that’s their space – chaos bothered me. I ran to the woods lost the world among the trees – the rustling leaves brought the world’s cries to me. I rushed to the battlefields muzzled the guns stopped the wars healed some wounds dried some tears still –Continue reading “QUEST FOR PEACE”

A TALE OF A HIKING SHOE

Someone lost a shoe while hiking in the woods I do not know how he continued, walking over gnarled roots and pebbles. Did he step on a worm or on a slug; or a deer or a bug? What scared him so to leave his shoe behind? A troll or a bear? A chipmunk orContinue reading “A TALE OF A HIKING SHOE”

WISHES

Wishes sat by the roadside dejected and forlorn they have long been waiting for the hand to claim their own but nobody dared come near for wishes exact a price many opt to hide behind contentment’s guise. One wish says she is Love She looks rather old Her hope springs eternal she’ll find the oneContinue reading “WISHES”

UNDER THE SILVERY LIGHT

Sometimes, when the night is bright while I’m drifting   between wakefulness and sleep she’d sidle up to me and fill my head with angst “Woe am I!” she says, “I am but the shadowy child of the Sun and Night.” “I have been cursed to live in the dark and be my full selfContinue reading “UNDER THE SILVERY LIGHT”

AUGUST COMES WITH A WARNING

 August comes with a warning – You see it in the leaves turning in the middle of summer Fall’s shadow appears; it is in the flowers dying in the sad news I heard of friends and loved ones leaving Life is changing and August comes with a warning perhaps to prepare our souls for joyContinue reading “AUGUST COMES WITH A WARNING”

CLOUDS PASSING BY

            According to superstition, a child would not grow if he laid on the ground and let a cloud cross over him. That did not bother my cousins and I when, during our summer reunions, we would watch clouds while lying down on the spiky grass covering our grandparent’s yard.Continue reading “CLOUDS PASSING BY”

MEADOW BELL(E)S (WPC: Rare)

The belles are swinging in the meadow their ruffled skirts are flying up high The hornets are stealing their sweetness and butterflies let out an envious sigh Come, come watch the spectacle it doesn’t last all summer long Be there in the early days of August when the sun is bright and strong All too soonContinue reading “MEADOW BELL(E)S (WPC: Rare)”