any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Sunday, 22 February 2015
Moments
She’ll fly or fly not
She casts me a doubtful glance
A quick catch in lens
My lone visitor
Will you stay forever here
The sun is shining
Sitting on life’s edge
His eyes dream of broken nest
Soft snow flakes shrouding
Posted for Margaret’s Play It Again, Toads! #14@ Real Toads
Saturday, 21 February 2015
Light More Light
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When my sadness
Trickles down my cheek
I look up
I hear
My trees singing in bird voice
Wiping my sorrow
Death cannot strangle me
With His stony, icy touch
For the sun’s caress
Warms me
Inside out
Pitch black sky of misery
Fails to engulf me
As joys of memory
Twinkle and glow
My Lord
Let Thy light
Shine in my heart
Till my last breath
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
You Are My Looking Glass
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You are my looking glass
I view myself on your visage
I am happy when you smile
And your sadness is mine
When you stand like a rock
Against the stormy sea
My tender mass hardens
I become a rock like you
We both sustain on each other
Till- THAT- do us part
Posted for Susan’s Midweek motif ~ Glass(es) @Poets United
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Waiting
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Gautam Buddha asked the bereaved mother
To bring Him a handful of mustard seeds
From a household where Death had not entered
Poor mother had gone a begging from door to
door
But returned crest fallen and realized the
truth
We can’t do away with Death
It has been like this from time immemorial…..
For
our time here, like the twilight
Is
precious and fading
And
while there’s certainty nothing new under the sun-
Under
the moon, there is waiting
For Grace’s prompt @ dVerse Poetics : A poem from the future
The last stanza in italics is from Ben Burke’s
poem.
Loneliness / Solitude
Surging thoughts
Crash on the stony shores
Of my desolate heart
My bones are fire made
The veins --
Of molten rock
My stormy flesh
Howls and roars
And tears solitude
Into pieces
Then
Thy light of Love
That dwells everywhere
From grains of dust
To the dots of star
Shines and holds my hand
My parched soul
Drinks Thy chalice of Grace
With tears
I cup the Bird of Solitude
To feel Its downs of Peace
Posted for the prompt Loneliness / Solitude @Poetry Jam
Saturday, 14 February 2015
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
Love Is Not A Greeting Card
"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made
like bread; remade all the time, made new"
-- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
I won’t tie you up to my grief
My child
Be free, lie in the lap
Of God
My love is now free
From fear
Of losing you
Rest in peace
My child
In the heart of God
like bread; remade all the time, made new"
-- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
I won’t tie you up to my grief
My child
Be free, lie in the lap
Of God
My love is now free
From fear
Of losing you
Rest in peace
My child
In the heart of God
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ LOVE is not aGreeting Card @ Poets United
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