On the tracks our love was revived;a private compartment;for two.The train, it seems, served to provideambience for ardentpursuit. Diligent planning we had made;for a trip producinglandscape.The scenery would be betrayedby the train’s seducingescape. Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Destiny, prompts us to write a “momento.” A ‘memento’ is a poem about a holidayContinue reading “On The Tracks”
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Depth or Reflection
Gaze through the windows to my soul.You may observe the presence that is squirming beneath the surface;Searching for a dark corner within which to retreat;Attempting to hide from the scrutiny of your stare.It shivers at the prospect of being discovered;Sharing its truths and its secrets;Exposing its vulnerability.Or… perhaps, all you see is your own reflection.Continue reading “Depth or Reflection”
Girls playoutside. Can’t be more than the age of five. The hot sun beats on their feet. They watch a mint melt on the street. The man in the car, he seems nice. One of the girls does not think twice,when all he wants is a quick handshake. Somehow she makes a break. Two youngContinue reading “Nice Man”
Pick Me A Wildflower
Would you pick for me a fresh wildflower?Any of the many colors will do.A yellow cluster as a bright sunshower. Perhaps some white lace or a blossom in blue.An exotic bloom might be compelling;Though the native flora are quite nice too;A tall stemmed flower like the vendors are selling;Of course the choice is up toContinue reading “Pick Me A Wildflower”
Strip away the armor;Raw.Exposed.Peel away the many veils;Naked.Humble.Wipeout the programming;Open.Free.Here I am!There you are!
Yellow eyes watching,Observing the observer,Lost in their beauty. Written in response to dVerse author Sarah’s poetry prompt: Everything yellow.
She begs the predator moves along;For the protection of her young.Her mate often by her side;But he is searching for food.Gone! Will the hunt be successful?When he returns, her young shall beg for nourishment.Will it be too late? The predator approaches the ground-built nest,The killdeer has but one option, offering herself,She abandons the nest andContinue reading “Killdeer”
A beautyberry is on the tree,A snake below is glaring at me,I dare reach out my hand,On the berry I land,As the snake wraps its coils around me. W3 Prompt #49: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Aishwarya, prompts us to write an American Sentence or a Limerick on the theme of beauty. I’mContinue reading “Beautyberry”
Have I lost focus?Or, is it the lens through which I peer?It seems the closer I look, the more distorted my perception becomes.The zoom is of no benefit.Perhaps I should take a step back;And refocus on the whole picture. Written in response to dVerse’s Quadrille prompt: “Grab your plume, and let your words zoom acrossContinue reading “Focal Point”
Elusive little bird,Why must you taunt me so.Not very colorful are you,Nor of a rare or unique variety.But your cute little antics,Are difficult to ignore;And the challenge you provide,Makes you all the more intriguing. I am relatively new to photography and have had the pleasure of spending several weeks in a subtropical environment photographing shoreContinue reading “Elusive Bird”