Tangled Vines

Where the vine tangles
Trumpet flowers grow in
Peachy, blissful, innocence
Sweet, balmy fragrance
Covering a vast fascade
Of suffocating branches
So in life, beauty captivates
Even as breathless leaves
Perish gently in the breeze

Lost

#SundayPrompt #SilverLeafPoetry #PoetryContest Today’s Entry https://www.instagram.com/p/CHUV3kUlH_p/?igshid=n9lya2d0krdt Some day they will wonderWhere did all the people go?With their dreams and deedsNow rust and patina buried deepEntangled in moss and frothWas it life incompleteOr how it was meant to be?They find a tiffin box withRemnants of a mealA torn cloth – a shroud or veilWho will tell?BuriedContinue reading “Lost”