Look what ~ a free verse

Look what the past dragged in
Grains of truth wait to be winnowed
Anger grumbles in unvoiced angst
Mounds of regret sulk forgotten
Apologies lie locked in vaults of silence
Nostalgia strokes half a wound
Hesitant footsteps shuffle ashamed
When blue skies and sunrays
unfurl a picnic day
We draw the blinds and squander it away




Mindfills for Reena’s exploration challenge, Fandango’s FOWC – apology

stars ~ free verse

stars spinning
in circles,
fireworks in the sky,
an impromptu announcement
booming through the universe
to awaken you
with a spritz of magic
to touch your soul
with sparks of beginnings
to take you by the hand
and lead you in your dreams
to the infinity you are






Mindfills for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt – impromptu in 48 words, Sadje’s wdys, FOWC spin, Reena’s exploration challengei have untapped potential waiting to be discovered, Godoggo cafe – promote yourself mondays

powdered ~ prosery

Powdered sun streams down from strange skies.  Is it winter again? I graze my eyes over flimsy fallen snow. Could I, if I really try, trace that footprint I left behind? In the vault of my memories, a curtain moves, letting in a slap of cold air... air that sneaks past Time, stippling my skin with tiny dew drops of awakening. From depths of darkness, hope raises its eyelids, looks  at me, right through my eyes, into my soul,  demanding of me, "Where were you? When I wandered lonely as a cloud , searching for solace, searching for a shred of your strength to tether me as your sail?"

Sadje’s wdys , dVerse’s Prosery hosted by Lillian – I wandered lonely as a cloud, FOWC raise, go dog go cafe’s promote yourself Mondays,

The narcissist ~ an abhanga

This is the only truth
in My opinion
All are in unison
for 'All' is Me

Mindfills for Eugi’s weekly prompt – unison, FOWC – opinion, Colleen Cheesebro’s Tanka Tuesdays – poetry form ~ abhanga

Abhanga, “the completion” is a stanzaic form commonly used for devotional poetic composition although it has also been used for cynicism, satire and reflective moods. It was popular from the 13th thru 17th centuries Marathi Region of India and is described as complex and classic. Abhanga is written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry.

An abhanga i wrote earlier

Worshipping

worshipping winds whisper
fragrance of your being
soul’s symphony stirring
my devotion

winter ~ a free verse

photo ~ sangeetha, pangarchulla trail 2021
skinny twigs of mighty trees
flailing brittle arms,
with faux bravado, fighting cold

frigid sky purses thin blue lips
shuts off pleas
its not me! Winter's your foe

wicked wild wind wooshes ruthless
chilling earth to the core
ice crusted air ferries flakes of snow

survival is moot, fear is visceral
our esprit de corps is manacled
teeth chatter a staccato

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MLM’s Saturday mix – faux,foe, core, corps; Cee’s FOTD , FOWC visceral, dVerse OLN

All ~ a sonnet

All it ever takes, is a single breath,
a tendril touch that leaves the heart agape,
wondrousness springing in velveteen stealth,
imbuing blush pink in every cloudscape
of my lost soul that just met its mirror
this beatific, erotic reflection
staring unblinking at the other
in the afterglow of recognition

Your eyes that look through mine and goes beyond
our time and space and imagination
into worlds we resolve to build and bond
where we are limitless; yet, we are one
merging, melding, in the infinity,
all in that one sweet breath you took with me






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Mindfills of s.s. for Cee’s FOTD, OctPoRiMo – sonnet ABABCDCD EFEFG 10 syllables in each line, using words agape, erotic, breath, wondrousness, dVerse OLN, Eugi’s weekly prompt – afterglow, FOWC resolve

a new sun ~ an englyn cyrch

A new sun sprints across skies
as ripe golden beams surprise
extreme scowls into bright smiles
Watch a while...Oh how time flies



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FOWC extreme & MLM’s synonyms (young(new), old(ripe), yellow(golden), run(sprint), frown(scowl)) & Sadje’s what do you see.

Written in englyn cyrch – a Welsh poetry form – quatrains of 7 syllables per line, lines 1,2,4 rhyme with each other and line 3 rhymes with a syllable somewhere in the middle of line 4.