Lines written for #FromOneLine 278
I waited until midnight
For the moon to blossom
Like a batik print stamp
On indigo-dyed fabric,
To whisper stories
Scripted on handmade paper
Sprinkled with stars
And cursive letters
Dipped in darkest inks
From the unending horizons.
#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – alto, feeling, and branches – for #SenseWrds #prompt 595.
The whispers sweep in
Tender and mild
Awakening storms;
Feelings trying to
Breakthrough
This entanglement:
Entwined in arteries
And pulsating sinews;
As her voice summons
Promises of love,
As truant as the wind
On whose airy wings
They flit towards me
Lines written for #FromOneLine prompt 274
I know it’s strange,
How glances across streets
And chance meetings
In crowded hallways,
A picnic in the groves
Or a hike in the hills
Is not how we find love
These wistful days.
We let algorithms match us
In a digital space,
And all that matters
Are the resulting scores
In the closest perimeter.
Lines written for #FromOneLine 272
Take me back to when
Flickering dust from
Burnt sunsets touched me
With pangs of loneliness
And I merged with
The inky hues of night
Caressing the emptiness;
In the pain was born
The finest prose,
Poetry so tender,
And a never-ending love
For eternal solitude.
Lines written for #FromOneLine 271
When the Sidhe*
Stopped dreaming
All that remained was
Whirring of machines
Clicks and whispers
To feed artificial brains
That could never imagine
How sweet the smell
Of the first rain
Or the mystery
In a forest trail
Ah! The crunch of leaves
Beneath tired feet.
*Sidhe: fairy people of Irish folklore, said to live beneath the hills.
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