Hades came darting with horses as I poured sherbet into a carafe Lilacs bloomed on my doorstep and crept up on the cat's wooden staff The sky was a purple puddle and when I sat down to read a fire erupted behind me while I sipped on chamomile tea My brother accompanied the fishes as... Continue Reading →
All that was lost
Currently, I have a passive-aggressive relationship with Time. Whenever I think I'm going to catch up, it sneaks into a rabbit hole where I cannot go. So while I grapple with my ineffective time-management, I reminisce on the year that has been all while wishing for a red, apple-shaped alarm clock. Alas, Santa Claus has... Continue Reading →
Because it matters…
Because it matters to say thank you. Because it matters to say that it means something. Because the universe needs to know it is cherished. That I am grateful. Because I can read those poems Dickinson wrote and copy them neatly in blue ink on black ruled lines in diaries I kept during school. Because... Continue Reading →
While I wasn’t looking…
Dream catchers Cinnamon dust Satin ribbons Perfect pie crusts Fairy tales Silver chains I knew of pastels And purple moon rains Hill view gardens Forget me nots I brought home rabbits To grand mum's cot Bright red murals Cotton handkerchiefs I potted a plant On occupied window sills Wilted leaves Crumpled whites Peeling off pictures... Continue Reading →
One Kind Word
Today's Daily Prompt @ WordPress: Exhale Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright. Here's my take. *** Under the bridge, I can hear the passing train as the wheels make contact with the rails and the sewage water runs down the... Continue Reading →
Your Life, The Book | Daily Prompt
WordPress' Daily Prompt for today is: From a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer? Photographers, artists, poets: show us WORDS. I've attempted a response. *** I'm puzzled about it At the thought of my book And how my journey... Continue Reading →
Telephones
Our village has been blessed with telephones. More communication, they say. Quicker, faster, bringing people closer; and you don't even have to go anywhere. Aunt Polly, who never ceases to tell stories of her nephew who is sailing the high seas, has more tales to narrate. Some of them, I'm sure, are fabricated. Whoever heard... Continue Reading →
Tea-time
Juggling and struggling A never-ending climb Within the universe When signs begin to mime I look for patterns In fractals that fall in line And take away tiny fragments Of possible answers I want to find But the jigsaw makes little sense And the fragments do not rhyme and the characters don't match with those... Continue Reading →
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