Tag: Dreams

So weary

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 17

Book cover for Charles Kingsley. The Water Babies. 

When the last shadows fell
I heaved a sigh of relief
For the gloaming night
Would soon be upon me
I can cower and hide
From the travails of life
Bury my hopes again
In layers of staid silence
And hear the shaky rhythm
Of my heart, reminding me
I am still alive!

I dive into my anxious thoughts
Almost sure I can’t face
Demons that demand much
From my spirit so frail
Yet, my valiant soul whispers
Tomorrow is set to arrive
What if your Destiny
Turns on its feet?
Then you may not feel the need
To run away from another
Grueling, defeated day!

Poetry inspired by the book cover for Charles Kingsley. The Water Babies. London: Macmillan and Co., 1886 — Source.

Bloom

#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 10

Book cover for Cordelia Harris Turner. The Floral Kingdom

Pastel petals of spring
Warm glow of cashmere
Sparkle of glossy rain
Shimmer of summer
Whatever the season
There is always life
Wrapped in muslin and
Gentle wishes lying still
Spread over eyelids
Like the touch of lace
Vast hopes, latent until
Caressed by time
Summoned by destiny
New buds unfold in
Glorious bloom and
Dreams decide
To come true!

Poetry inspired by the book cover for Cordelia Harris Turner. The Floral Kingdom. Chicago: M. Warren, 1877.

Candlelight dreams

#LoveLetters prompt 12/18

On the yonder hilltop
A cottage enveloped
In silver sheets of rain
Carrying the prickly touch
And the aroma of pine trees
I sit by the window
Feeling the drops graze
Dusty tiles on the roof
An open book in hand
I nestle in the lap
Of candlelight dreams
As time comes to a halt!

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!