It alights lightly, fluttering softly, leaving goosebumps, then you become aware of it when your heart is all aflutter, beating to a primordial song, awash in indescribable emotions, blood afire in your veins, your soul lit with the luminosity of pure joy; at once divine and carnal and there is no need to shout from the rooftops, for love like fragrance cannot be hidden. And yet, life is about living, not regretting so it is always better to proclaim.
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn, has asked us to get aphoristic. You can read about it here.
Many hands toiling behind the scenes to smooth all creases many hours spent slogging over details to make a beautiful experience many miles travelled to bless and celebrate marriages may be made in heaven but require a lot of effort to work on earth.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Li, has asked us to write a quadrille including the world work in it.
It has been a hectic two days, travelling to and fro to attend a wedding in the family. We are on our way back home and I have written this sitting in the back seat.
Bare and naked it stands brown, brittle bark barren, leafless branches your toxicity torched it once vivacious now vanquished once stately now withered it waits forlornly to be axed I feel guilty when I look at it for I killed it too; unintentionally. yet, I feel like a murderer no different than you
No, I did not immerse your ashes as is the custom I did not want to pollute the holy waters I did not scatter your ashes on the ground the thought of the earth being blighted smote my heart I did not disperse your ashes in the air how could I sully further the already sullied I thought I was being wise when I buried your ashes deep under the ground in a cemetery but your venom seeped into the soil this tree, a dying declaration that evil cannot be interred with bones.