Solitude embraces me like a shawl in a chilly evening
Kindness towards myself
Year-long, a search for abundance of my being
Limited by the conscience, where the ocean meets the sky
Inflicting despair, a tiny line between sanity and madness
Never again
Exaltation of the senses
Am I real?
Can people see me as I am?
Or I’m an illusion of time and space, I can’t be seen or felt.
Do I need their approval to be me? To exist? To be plenty?
Is love dependent on feedback, or can love survive in one direction only?
Joining Sadje - WDYS
Roses. My fave flowers always. I enjoy each phase of them, since the tiny blossoms to the later stage when the petals start to fall off. I dry the ones that are really special to me. I’ve been doing it for many years. This one above is a Valentine’s Day gift from around 10 years ago. It has dried beautifully, I realized that the red and yellow ones are perfect for the drying process.
This week W3 prompt is about our favourite flower and spring. I opted for a butterfly cinquain to express my feelings for the roses. Nothing as flowers and butterflies to represent spring.
roses
the young blossoms
mature to perfection
the bright colours and soft perfume
senses
awakening with radiance
luxurious petalsbreezy or drypassion
The Expected One 1860 painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Museum: Bavarian State Painting Collections) wikidata.org
Wandering in the forest,
Immersed in a fairy tale
She doesn’t know
Her destiny is traced
In the hands of the unknown
He waits with flowers
A trap
The knife is hidden
He counts the seconds
The jump
A sharp blade
Ending the dreams
each tiny step counts
the soul is about to fly
a fairy tale ends
Joining Tanka Tuesday: Today’s prompt is the photo above, Ekphrastic poem:
“Ekphrastic poems exist to respond to a piece of art critically, analytically, and reverentially.”Ekphrastic poetry explained