Transitions

For @TopTweetTuesday, a poem on the power of transitions, inspired by the bright #Gulmohar trees that are now competing with the hot summer sun in India.

Wrapped in muslin
Gentle dreams lie so still
Spreading over eyelids
Like a subtle touch of lace
Vast longings, latent until
Caressed by time and destiny
Fresh buds unfold in glory
Of spring in bloom, and
All hopes glow crimson
As petals of the Gulmohar
Ablaze in the glare of summer!

Unrested

#FromOneLine prompt 171

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!

What if

#FromOneLine #prompt 160

A spoonful of dreams
Makes me think of 
All things sweet
Yet I wonder what if
They are sour or bitter
Like memories, nightmares?
Can I stir them into
The cup of my life
Without the fear of rousing
Demons that I had denied
A place at the table
A setting in my mind!

Inner child

Imagist poetry for #TopTweetTuesday

A lonely childhood
Peering outside
Tracing frost fairies
On a chilly windowpane
Whispering a wish
For tender icicle streaks
To fly far far away!
Her dreams grow wings
Like gossamer butterflies
When she touches them
Powdery dust crumbles
In tiny, empty hands
Flickering like stars
That drive her destiny

I received some lovely feedback on this piece today.

Dawn

In the fleeting darkness
Only dreams survive
On the chariot of dawn
That rises from the ashes
Of a horizon in cinders
Lost to the dying lights
Of lonely burning skies!
The dark broom of night
Sweeps away stardust
From under the canopy
Of a dazzling firmament
Slowly lost in the distance

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