windows gradually lighting up they are back home…. Once again I wish I knew what happened in their lives during the day the darkness in other windows stops me from getting voyeuristic I don’t know what fires their minds I don’t know how do I touch their lives I shed all misconceptions of helping people …
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It is another day. The Sun rises and travels through the Sky. I wanna touch and feel the horizon, but there are some secrets Nature does not reveal. It is another year, another season. Skies turn a dark gray, as the landscape greens and it pours. There are certain treasures nature does not conceal. Pages …
once again sky above darkens night falls once again the sun rises hope dawns once again life moves on cycles of breath once again I accept life myriad colors but just once finality strikes end of life.. https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/30/mtb-haiku-sequence/
early years spent being asked not to fly so high tiny feet being pulled down to earth grounded -My enthusiasm Yet - those wings carefully tucked in sprouted again taking me to the skies resurfaced -My Imagination I picked up a pen moved to keyboards and found voice Yes, voice.... need to have a voice …
“The Rose Garden is being redesigned,” said she, walking amidst brambles on the zig-zag path I saw potential which could have bloomed if not partnered with obnoxiousness -an identity that could have shaped better without the golden umbrella which encased her hungry spirit https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/27/quadrille-no-108-among-the-brambles/
A David is born, whenever a Goliath gets arrogant about his strength. Goddess Kali is born whenever oppression increases. Tsunamis unleash their force on the world, when the ocean is unable to contain its angst. The pride of those at the receiving end prevents them from seeing the connection. They like to deceive themselves that …
She woke up with a start. It was the same dream once again. She stands alone on the banks of a river. The water has a reddish tinge, not blue. A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. The dark figure with multiple limbs is fast approaching her. A human turning …
I am what you never expected me to be antithesis of expectations resistant to regulations I do not fit in the box you painstakingly created for me I am What you never expected me to be https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/16/mtb-i-am-the-first-person-narr
A fleeting moment A glimpse of disapproval veiled in silence stayed with me long after you’d forgotten all about it… Today I decide to move ahead shaking you and your views out of my system you do not exist for me as much as I do not exist for you https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/14/dverse-poetics-8th-year-anniversary/
“Cut my veins, the blood is blue”… famously said someone who’d not tasted the hue Into the blues, he dived with gallons of alcohol…. When Fame deserted, Arrogance took its toll Deep blue sky where he shone once Stardom - a shadow of the hole https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/13/quadrille-107-blue-monday/
