
A confrontation
is a bottomless abyss
unwelcome ripples
anguish reverbrates
waves of anger wash over
close eyes to forget
tracing name on heart
rapier sharp memories
draw not blood but soul
Written for Sadje’s wdys.
A confrontation
is a bottomless abyss
unwelcome ripples
anguish reverbrates
waves of anger wash over
close eyes to forget
tracing name on heart
rapier sharp memories
draw not blood but soul
Written for Sadje’s wdys.
Winter time
pickling greens and roots
freshness and
succulence
for long-lasting endurance
main ingredients
Wash, pat dry
then trim chop and cut
let them bask,
sun and shrink
gently rub with seasoning
let steep in the brine
Sunbathing
for a week or two
sweating then
plumping up
in own juices with spices
sweet, sour, savoury
Tart flavours
a firm favourite
pungency
fieriness
lip-smacking taste enhancers
my soul a-tingle
Piquant notes
palate a-tickle
ecstasy
redefined
dance merrily on my tongue
am satiated
Utter bliss
tingling tanginess
sensational
sensations
a gustatory gala
so gratifying
Tart flavours
Palate a-tickle
Pungency
Succulence
A gustatory gala
Am satiated
Written for David’s W3. POW Sylvia says:
From that first like to the latest follow
(let me confess I find that word hard to swallow)
The fuzzy flurries that fall favourably
Febrile mind feels flattered unashamedly
Basking in the dappled, silken lines etched in kindness
The overcome heart searches for new words of gratefulness
Insufficient though “thanks” may seem
With appreciation this heart does beam.
Please know that each comment, each like and each visit means so much to me.
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PS : It is not a good bye post.
Take your curmudgeony face away from my sight
don’t tell me you are spoiling for a bare knuckle fight
I can drive you into mud
Gladly lick your ugly mug
Don’t hover around, begone! you low life!
Written for Ragtag prompts this week.
Comments are closed as I am still responding to previous posts’ comments. 😅
The heart doth soar free
transcending all divisions
love’s flavours beckon
The heart doth soar free
boundaries provide breakthrough
fervour replenishes
transcends all divides
imbues dreams in vacant eyes
revives hope anew
love’s flavours beckon
joy; hesitant visitor
stamina restored
Written for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge. Joining Jim’s Thursday Inspiration, Fandango’s FOWC and Ragtag’s this week’s prompts.
This troiku is inspired be Li, who writes fabulous troiku.
Beclouded by moody mist
the lake hides blighted shadows adrift
frenetic shards of light gleam
subdued ripples silently scream
Beware, Beware, Beware!
intricate silhouettes do scare
fearful birds take flight
flicker afar stranger lights
fetid fog falls on fallows
the monstrous triumph on Hallows!
Written for dVerse quadrille. Today’s host, De, has asked us to use the word scare. Also doffing my hat to my Ragtag community.
Off they went into shroud of mist
a day break tryst
no prying eyes
no need for lies
So inviting; fruit forbidden
they were smitten
gentle, morn light
oh so quiet!
Alas! raucous birds‘ noisy racket
they pulled jackets
traced back their steps
their tryst a hex!
Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Lesley’s prompt (a humourous minute poem) and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.
(Will catch up with reading tonight)
Whisk affair
When my mind is in a whirl
unable to stay in line
I then give my whisk a twirl
shifting focus works each time
shaky hands calmly measure
exactness begs attention
deftly effecting erasure
of the nerve-racking tension
as vanilla marries nutmeg
and butter embraces flour
I beat blues as I beat eggs
sugar counters my mood sour
My worries scatter and dart
as I wield my trusty whisk
mellowness cradles my heart
the sweet, warm smell a balmy mix
satiated sighs, leftover crumbs
are my craven heart’s refuge
when depredation makes me numb
baking, antidote to news deluge.
Written for Mel.
You stand suspended as sentence stopper
slender and straight, with feet in limbo
your citrusy blue tint makes me stutter
your curled and curved cousin stands just so
his sour face blinks at me amber-ly bright
waylaid by your huey presence grand
my words splutter and stop at your sight
leaving me with the mouthfeel of sand.