Cradled always gently in the palm of time
life is but a bubble of water afloat
fleeting, ephemeral and evanescent
often leaving some thirsting for ever more
ever moving, ever changing, ne’er stagnant
giving joy, also grief; so what if it’s brief!
Written for David’s W3.
Finally the darkness descended
but was pallid from tension
hidden in its sheer bosom
a column of secrets lay
quietly. Wilily waiting
for the dramatic moment
to spill animus.
the orange dawn sighed wearily
as it cleared the debris
of the quarrelsome night.
Written for David’s W3 for AJ’s prompt and for the moon washed weekly challange.
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…
On a hot, sultry
Sunday in September last
drenched in affection
under cascading Jog falls
unbounded fealty reigned
Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 and Eugi’s weekly prompt.
Charlatan Luna, shining coquettishly in borrowed finery
Takes undue advantage of nature binding us in a binary
My brightness, my albatross
Her luminosity, also my cross
Paeans sung in secondary’s praise; I rue being the primary.
Ami, chose me as Poet of the week for David’s W3, for my poem Slavery.
This limerick is in response to my own challenge.
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.
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:
Also sharing at dVerse OLN.
susurrating softly underfoot
or whooshing past at breakneck speed
clamouring for attention
always in a mad rush
refuses to stop
will not standstill
frenemy
sure is
Time
A nonet for W3. POW Britta has asked us to write about time.
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