SOLITARY TRAVELERS

Crystal children glitter and glow

Myriad hues from them do flow

Their feet untouched by graveled lane

Success, success, never one blow

How awful pressure keeps them sane

Input-output in perfect brain

Muses a poor soul sitting near

Lucky chaps why envy in vain

Peerless children don’t need a peer

They’re taught to battle hard without fear

Their orbit’s lonely they don’t weep

Life to them isn’t even dear

They see the beauty dark and deep

But they have promises to keep

And miles to go before they sleep

And miles to go before they sleep

  Posted for Kerry's Prompt ~ A Birthday in March - Frost @ Real Toads
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

    
LIFE

illustration of W.T.Benda

      

I drink light and warmth to my fill

Dark night gives me moon, day the sun

Hungry hours can’t make my bone chill

Billowing sorrows around me are spun

I look upwards to see Zeus and Leto’s son

My fluttering wings bleed but my words fill the sky

Shining in the darkness they are never to die

Posted for Fireblossom Friday : Rhyme Royal & W.T.Brenda @ Real Toads

TWO TANKAS ON SUCCESS

In each birth and death

Nature scripts Her success tale

I take cue from Her

Rivers dance to death in sea

Downward rushes blooming tree

Each deed done by Man

Is a link of success chain

I take cue from Him

Space shuttle Columbia

Ignites the mind forever

Posted for Susan's Midweek Motif : Success @ Poets United 

DESTINATION PINK CITY   

I found the Pink City Express totally pink

Inside and out                                             

Did Jaipur, the Pink City put on the pink look

I began to doubt

As the wheels moved on in cheerful rhythm

I was at leisure

Amazement was in newness in the charted out trip

There was only pleasure

And seeing Jaipur in strange rosy hue

I wasn’t surprised any more

Wouldn’t have I been more startled

If our life was such two-plus-two-four?

Posted for Poetry Jam

A Song

photo by Margaret Bednar

Why is the mind

Overcast with gray dreams

While the green heart

Still blooms periwinkles

Why is the crimson gypsy spirit

Stagnating in one place

While the magical life

Is fluttering on butterfly wings

Why is the Ego

Looking into the sky

While the soul

Remains grounded rooting

 
Posted for Margaret's Play It Again  Archive #1:  "An Ink-Stained Word List" @ Real Toads
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United