Autumn Leaves

living colors hidedepths of life cycles beneathit's autumn again https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/18/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-november-18th-2020-living-colors/

Autumn

If winter is death, surely, red-slashed autumn is the wound that brought it. Autumnal years have a sense of foreboding, but experience and wisdom add shades of color. Some may nurse wounds of unfulfilled ambition. Yet, the peace of white snow-filled peaks is unbeatable. It holds the enlightenment of truth, after peeling off layers of …

Shedding

You believe you shine with borrowed light. The Sun knows it clothes you, but also conceals beauty of the original. Poets are busy giving you different names to facilitate expression of the complex. You do find courage to shed clothes, but your identity remains enmeshed in nomenclature. You are just the Moon … let adjectives …

Why can’t I sleep?

cosmos turns in sleep worlds move on autopilot unblinking days, nights why can't I sleep if Makers stay undisclosed, un-revealed https://amanpan.com/2020/09/21/eugis-weekly-prompt-cosmos-september-21-2020/

What a pandemic

I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but…. Expression will open many sealed boxes, and offend those who are exposed. I shake it all up to see if bitterness can be released. Something is released but evaporates, before I can catch it to identify and destroy. Now, it’s all …

Of hikes and spikes

Mountains and trees defined levels for us. Measurements have to start from where we are, and go up or down. What is the concept of height for a Mount Everest champion? They look below and celebrate. But do they nurse any ambition of touching the Moon? We look below us and name the seasons - …

Once again…

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/

Unconditional

The nuances of unconditional love intrigues me. Is it possible to love 100% of someone, unless it is a cute puppy or infant. Human minds are unpredictable. loving those layers concealed in multi-hued rainbows human minds relate https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/weekend-writing-prompt-167-nuance/

On the shelf

stark, shrivelled beauty lives in fear of being crushed, sucked out of fragrance yet, only a rose is entitled to be rose designer bottles wrapped in fancy packaging look on wistfully - on shelves https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/14/photo-challenge-323/

Seasons of the mind

What's wrong with me now? -imagining autumn leaves  in peak of summer…. Is it a mindset? Is it an inclination? What is it inside me that struggles to find expression? What is it that creates discomfort? I’ve struggled all my life. I want it to end now. those unseen places all that is anathema comes …