Days fold into each other – amorphous monotony beats within walls. I am the hands of a tuneless clock constantly moving in circles. The outside world is as far as an arm stretched out of the window, so within reach, so out of reach isolation crescendoes – the skies are overcast and grey spring flowersContinue reading “ISOLATION”
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MAY
You bathe me in your showers And drench me in the fragrance of flowers My arms are full of lilac Around my feet, lilies of the valley swirl Like a princess’s ballroom skirt. On the fields, beds of bluets glow like pearls in the emerald grass. And my heart exults and rises With the symphonyContinue reading “MAY”
OUTSIDER
Like a beggar child Looking at the rich folks’ fare I was. An outsider Wanting to belong I shed myself Put on a mask To fit in. From within I watch the world Through the eyes of one who has found Her own home. For DVerse’s Quadrille prompt: rich
ROBIN
Sing to me of springtime lift up my heart with your song your voice is as sweet as rain falling on a hot summer afternoon. I am lost in the wilderness within sing to me of springtime my weary step will march along until it shakes off its ennui. Lift up my heart with yourContinue reading “ROBIN”
MORNINGS
Tulips bathed in dew greet the day. How true – Mornings bring us ever new gifts to see us through trying days. Hope sings no blues. Despair does eschew blessings. ~~~~~~ My attempt at Lai for DVerse’s Poetics Prompt – More Lai and Lai Nouveau. Ah! What a difficult and tricky form.
SPRING FAIRY
I sleep between snowdrops And bathe myself in morning dew I clothe myself with hyacinth And dance beneath a sky so blue. I delight in a robin’s song While in dainty Daffodil’s shade I gather Cherry Blossoms in my breast Before their colors begin to fade. I flit from flower to flower On the softContinue reading “SPRING FAIRY”
DAFFODILS
What is earth mounded like a grave above the daffodils? The weight that turns man to dust wields no power over a seed In the darkness it gathers strength that in time spiking through the earth daffodils assert the victory of life over death. For DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Quadrille #75 prompt – Spike.
THE CHOICE
Not color nor fragrance makes bees linger but the sweetness that a flower offers. When nectar’s gone and beauty fades, what else is there to give? Know from loss new life springs! # a tetractys poem (which I learned about through Bjorn’s post. Check out his blog for lovely poetry).
SPRING FLOWERS
Spring banners unfurled flaunting beauty undefiled Delicate petals of every hue speaks of joy, ever true – the bleakness of winter nurtures grace beyond measure. I do not think I will ever tire of looking at flowers and taking their pictures. I have quite a lot of photos after months of seeing onlyContinue reading “SPRING FLOWERS”
THE SOUNDS OF SPRING
The woods wake. Sounds betray its secrets. Rustling leaves make one start – could it be snakes or chipmunks? The wind teases the trees, still budding. Birds warble from the treetops. If I could only linger. Footfalls echo on the sylvan grounds. The whisper of butterflies on air held all spellbound. The photosContinue reading “THE SOUNDS OF SPRING”
MY WALL 