Time Paradox (a Fib)

Time helps healing, time too lost. While paradox grins, emptiness still waits…faithfully #NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 7. The prompt is to write a poem in the form of a Fib. A Fib is a six-line stanza, with 1/1/2/3/5/8 syllable counts.

Imagination

On a barren day like today the lure nagged more than usual gnawing the inside of my brain greedily little I could do to stop it I feel like grabbing the car key take off without anything in hands except an old heart and a pitiful mind they’re broken anyway, just like the rest what…

Lost

Was there ever a time when we weren’t lost? When knowing exactly what we want was a snap of fingers When people no longer dancing to the tune of regrets or doubt When desire no longer have to be caged in our head, but free to explore anytime When we fall in love without any…

Talk to Me

2021 Photo Challenge # 4 You raise and nurture me but must I become old You set the stage for me but must I live in yours You teach me to listen but must I lose all my reasons You told me to color inside the line but my mind wants to fly across all…

A Lone Soul

(I) cold frost still lingers lichening wildly on vines the lone spirit stands (II) naked and lonely it whistles tirelessly summoning love birds Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge no. 215 – Poet’s Choice! This time I offer you another sketch of a tree and two haikus to accompany the sketch. Hence, what I actually offer this…

Tree Talk: A Series (Episode 1)

“Trees are sanctuary. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. ~ Herman Hesse branches sing in tune, and a poem of undead leaves etched a trail un-end Thursday Tree Love # 104 Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Repeating Shapes All images in this post belong…

A Nod to Morning

a nod to morning as dream slips through in a sigh in time for adieu Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #346 – Time and Slip, by Ronovan Writes. Please visit the blog to see more haiku poems about Time and Slip. Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge #214 – Dreams, by Word Craft – Prose and…

Self Image

Like an obedient kid where her shadow goes, she follows Or a drifted bee Where flower blooms, she bows But then on some days When came the whisper of haze and all effort to rein in anguish fails she let amok run its ruins D’Verse’s Quadrille #122 with the word Go.

On the Loose

A man came back from the gym Find a big surprise waiting for him Where is my house, he rants At last, off the market thence? Nay, missus said – wind took it for a spin Evening news, the anchor announces, “We’d like to bring you the news A house just left and gone Call…

Pride

Lone soul in bare night A beacon, beckoning love Pride, in world so lost Loneliness, has many faces. When finally unveiled, invokes fragility amidst pride, blocking one from admitting. My reaction in the form of haiku and gogyahka to an invoking image and challenge from Sadje’s What Do You See #69.