Seeds of Time

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He pulled aside the fog like a curtain

And entered my home

“Who are you?” my voice quivered

His eyes flashed and lips twitched in a smirk

His breath almost scorched my skin

He scattered seeds

That instantly burst forth into saplings

Grew tall, bloomed and withered

I was so engrossed in the dance

Of birth and death holding hands

That I didn’t notice

When he left

A cool breeze whispered into my ears

“Wake up, rise from the ashes”

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Time

Trust

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               I trust my lub-dub

   More than those crooked brain waves

               Results – accepted

                 

 

Posted for Haiku Horizons prompt ~ Trust

Wilt

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I have a potted plant

I have placed it

Where my heart resides

Its leaves are forever green

Made of remembrance

Twosome dream blooms

With petals of teardrop love

Adorning the leafy twig

They glow, shimmer in joy

Dispelling darkness

I deeply inhale

Their fragrance of promise

That tell me

They shall never wilt

 

 

Posted for Wordplay #2 – Wordprompt @ A Prompt Each day

                       (The word prompt today is Wilt)

The Night Played Music

           Not a wink of sleep

The night played music with star notes

          Shy bride and her groom

 

 

Posted for Prompt 6 – Weekend Wordle # 1 @ A Prompt Each Day

               (I have used three given words marked in red)

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

This poem is a sparrow, a child and a promise

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This poem is a sparrow

This poem is an angel-child

This poem is an utterance that may be called a promise

 

This poem is homeless

It longs to make a nest in the holes, crevices of an old house

It is compelled to feed its fledglings with poisoned pests, alas!

It prays everyday to be free from the web of mobile radiation

This poem is a dwindling, empty nested sparrow

 

This poem is a playful, missing winged child

It loves to plant seeds with its little grubby hands

It cavorts with the twittering of a feathered friend

It buys birdhouse with piggy bank money

This poem is the dreamy twinkle of the eyes of a child

 

This poem is a green promise

It pledges to build its shelter with moonlight grove

It aspires to make this water bubble of the cosmos into a blue crystal

It wishes to bind all by a string of faith

This poem is a promise to connect every soul to create a peace abode

 

This poem is the shadow of a sparrow

This poem is a dreamy child

This poem is the verdant promise of a blue crystal in motion

 

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I was inspired to write this poem in Boomerang Metaphors (invented by Hannah Gosselin ofMetaphors and Smiles) after reading the chat between Sherry and Elizabeth Crawford published on Monday the 1^st June 2015 @ Poets United.

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Sustainability @ Poets United

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Sharing it with Open Link # 150 @ dVerse

Thirst (A Tanka)

Liquid emerald pond

Weary leaves in siesta

A white heron drinks

Poet’s desert heart receives

A crystal shower of words

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Awakening

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The black cuckoo sings and wakes me up here

At my mother’s home just at 4 AM

The sweet, mellow, enticing darkness of a new morning

Holds my hands and pulls me up

Within half an hour I’m on the road to join the morning walkers

Who religiously walk this unearthly hour

With a dream to shed a few kilos

My dream is to touch that round red shadow that slowly rises

Over the Ganges giving it a saffron hue

My dream is to join the jingling coming from the thicket

My dream is to feast my hungry eyes on the dew laden blooms

And inhale their morning greetings deep within my being

I am tasting a new me

A bursting of a seed that lay hidden for so many years as it were

A new growth

That needs to be nurtured, valued

To slowly deep root, rise upwards

Then branch out

And not thrown away like a serious weed

Feigning the look of a plant

 

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Posted for dVerse Poetics

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Susan's Midweek Motif ~ Weeds/Weediness @ Poets United