My buttercup

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Your translucent skin astoundingly delicate
gingerly I run my fingers along the length of your tiny arms
how adorable you look curled up on your side
your toothless smile has me in raptures
my emotions palpably raw and overwhelming
I cradle tenderly your fuzz covered head
I listen awestruck to your rapid heartbeat
your petal soft cheeks I tentatively caress
your sweet breath gently tickles my neck
I dawdle over the silkiness of your dainty foot
marveling at the soot coloured lace like lashes
my eyes shimmer with joy,  my heart overflows.

Written for David’s W3 on Mich’s guidelines and Eugi’s weekly prompt.

Disclaimer: The oh-so-adorable babies are teenagers now and…

The first brush

He opened the book with a sharp intake of breath
from picture books he was now graduating
to the fascinating world of written words

his eyes grew large in wonderment
as the higgledy-piggledy hieroglyphics
were finally beginning to make some sense!

he dived right in, ablaze with excitement
his eyes all goggled, his young mind boggled
as the word-adventures began to unfurl!

he rolled his tongue around every groovy morsel of words
he read aloud words captivated by their sound
he mumbled the long words under his breath

the first brush with reading took him to worlds unexplored
these days he knows not his own whereabouts;
whether he is inside a book or a book inside him!

Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 and Eugi’s weekly prompt.

Frenzy

Hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry
as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry
I sip life slowly; the world jostles by
the time has come for us all to worry

as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry
wonder if people ponder their time here
the time has come for us all to worry
I frown, as I try to blink back a tear

wonder if people ponder their time here
a frenzied rush leading no where
I frown, as I try to blink back a tear
as I hear of killings here and there

a frenzied rush leading no where
I sip life slowly, the world jostles by
as I hear of killings here and there
hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry

Written in response to POW Kerfe’s prompt for W3 challenge run by David. Her prompt guidelines are:

  • 16 lines or less;
  • the first and last lines must be the same.

Also sharing at dVerse OLN.

Excitement

a vast expanse of experiences
of old ending and new beginnings
beckons with promises afresh
shiny table, squeaky chair
welcoming coworkers
dedication same
trepidation
but also
aflame
hope

A reverse etheree in response to David’s first W3. You can read about it here and respond here.