All the Mondays together Piled high on the debris Of restless weekends Worried about tomorrow Always in a race Forever out of time Our life has wings Our destiny is in flight Shoving, climbing, scraping To the top, until the bell tolls!
I tripped over my dreams Sprawling on the rug As I stepped out of bed Unrested, nursing anxiety From visions splattered Across the dark walls; Clouding my head As I struggle to remember Nights of sweet slumber When the dreams were pretty; Now, they lie gasping For breath, to remain alive As our world turns into A living nightmare!
Well, it’s done now; Carrying all the burdens Of the world on lean shoulders Has finally bent my back The weight of anxious thoughts Presses against my chest A weakened heart throbs Tries to pick up lost beats As cold perspiration beads Glisten on a furrowed forehead It seems I have played my part Of being born a human Destined to bear witness To a dead Earth, a decaying mess!
These lines for #FromOneLine #prompt 166 is a reflection on the current International affairs in the context of the war on Ukraine.
Opening the door I saw Blue and Yellow at the porch Splattered with Red; they sought Peace, hope, and solace. With compassion in my eyes And sweetness in my words All I did was console the hurt, I did not reach out my hand Take a stand or clear my stance, Or invite them over to the safety Of my large, cushy home For I feared the Red will stain The carpets and walls Splash and ruin the decor So, I stood there, until they bled Right there on my doorstep!
An imagist poem for #TopTweetTuesday. For me, these words are wistful and meaningful in a world that is saying more goodbyes, in the past 7 days, than it was meant to be.
I thought I’d survive without you But I couldn’t say goodbye For the words lay tangled At your doorstep Afraid to cross the threshold Into a life where you Would not be waiting At sundown, by the yellow lamp A book in hand, the kettle whistling Eager to tell and know Of just another mundane day