Tag: poem

W3 :: Winter blues

On my way
Walking along by the river
I spotted this light pole
Standing still, strong 
Undisturbed by the snowstorm
Nobody, nothing can break its peace
I took my gloves off and snapped a photo
To take back home 
Just as a reminder


The Winter blues are here
Disturbing inner peace
Hold on tight to yourself


Joining David’s W3 – jamb-jitsu poetry form

one autumn morning

pixabay
it's six am
the moon is up there
autumn sky
sprinkling dew
she's always spying on me
warms up my being

autumn is
pumpkin bonfire scent
candles, always candle-light
haloed flame
it fills my being
I'm in awe

a warm cup of joy
an Himalayan white tea
sacred spot
these leaves have traveled
distant seas
to reach me

pen and paper by my side
safeguarding moments
my thoughts and wishes
which shouldn't be
scattered, lost
in this space

W3 – Dormasha poetry form

Moonwashed Musings – Haloed

Tanka Tuesday – Kigo words

WDYS – hollow

So I heard
She is old, not worth our time
The storm has broken some of her branches

So I heard
She still has bright leaves
Her shade is kind

So I heard
Birds and squirrels make their home in there
The kids have their swing on her branches

So I heard
The electrical cables will be damage
She can’t hold another storm

So I heard
She is hollow
No more flowers and fruits

So I decided
My aged and deformed hands
Will strongly ground to the Earth

I’ll show my power
And my will
I’ll survive the next storm

Recently, we had a heavy storm with tornados touching down near by. Many trees branches broken, and full trees came down destroying houses, cutting electrical cables …, lots of damage. A few days later the city workers came by and cut many trees, the damaged ones and also some healthy ones. This made me so upset. Now we see the left over from their trunks, some indeed were hollow inside, but others had a strong core. I don’t know much about trees’ health, but it should have a way to check if the tree is doing well or not before cut them off.

Rocking chair

Rocking chair
Nursing chair
Recovering chair
Reading chair
You are my lovely chair

You are an old maiden
My companion for happy and
unhappy moments
We are together
20 years or so

Your velvety fabric
With holes now
Shows a life well lived
Your wooden body is still strong
The cushions are getting softer by the day
Always inviting

Nursing chair
You have held my weight 
And my babies weight
Innumerable nights
The 3 of us
Together
Rocking without stopping
Making precious memories

Recovering chair
not so long ago
You held my recovering body
Gentle rocking, back and forward
Taking my mind away
To faraway places 
Where the pain couldn’t reach me

Reading chair
you are here now
All cozied up
By the fireplace
Holding me while I read
And travel to timeless journeys
Wisely rocking

Don’t worry my dear friend
Your velvety fabric won’t be replaced
It’s part of our story
Forever and ever

Eugi’s Moonwashed Musing prompt is Velvelty

David’s W3 prompt has been chosen by Selma:

Inspired by Neruda’s electric, surreal images, write a joyful ode to an ordinary object in your life. It doesn’t matter what it is, think kindly about how to honor and describe this praiseworthy item of yours.

Be still

Eugi’s image
on an October day
as the sun lays to sleep
i was dazzled by the golden leaves 
and gingered sky

calm waters reflects the truth
i crush the leaves and twigs
as the birds says their prayers
i crush the leaves and twigs

walking aimless
lost in my dreams
the breeze caresses my hair
and whispers to my ears

what are you searching for?
be still and listen ...
and in that moment
i swear I was infinity

I’m joining Eugi’s Moonwashed weekly prompt, gingered sky, and David’s W3 Deepthy’s lovely prompt: ‘and in that moment i swear we were infinite’.

It’s the first day of autumn here. I wish a wonderful new season to you, autumn or spring, when the Earth will be adorned with colourful leaves or flowers.