VERSES

  Oh! Where Are you Going? He was barefooted, leaving no footprints Barechested, without a belly Standing erect, yet without a spine Is your...

[image coutersy, dVerse poets pub)   Contradicting Emily Why write if not to free thought from its incarceration of mind's cell, if...

[ Kay Sage, I Saw Three Cities, 1944 from google] Eternal Day Sun and moon destined to shine, in azure or obsidian skies. They know their ti...

Vasily Kandinsky - The Great Masters of Art - Bauhaus Movement ...from google Eleventh Day  If i should die, before you should sleep, you s...

[image courtesy dVerse Poets Pub] It would be my first voyage to outerspace. Will it be cold, will it be hot? At this point, i didn't re...

  [image from google]   November Letters Was it yesterday? No, not yesterday. I learned to know the love of bare November days, before the c...

  The yellow   fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes , shed tears so much so, that leaves tremble under its weight, and loosen into t...

[AI generated imagel  Would i have owned, the wisdom of maturity “I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones.” But no, my child...

[image made with Bing AI generator]  “ Calling Things What They Are .” If you are sad say so. If you are happy let it show. Being straight s...

[bird pepper image from google]  Mango Chow When i was a child i knew of a tiny tubular pepper we called bird pepper.  These plants no one p...

Love Is The Chorus There’s a lullaby for suffering;  words so sweet, a pot of gold nods, showering its coins in a melodious rhythm over eve...

The aesthetic that is dance: lights, music, energy, colour, stretching to the heights of a discipline to be shared  and appreciated, all o...

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH Prosery: Breathing and Moons “An early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky. “  is the prompt line g...

Wishing all a Happy Season of Easter BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH Prosery: Valsa George-“The Accidental Poet” Given the line  The seed of a poem ...

January: the Christmas joy morphs into a celebration of sun. Reflecting, dazzling, amazing, awe inspiring. Tinsel and baubles go into hiding...

[image courtesy dVerse] Stars never it seems stay still. All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts She liked the months of O...

THERE BY THE LAKE    She was reading about him. They had labelled him egotist. So wrapped up in himself they said. He didn't stand a ch...

image credit May brings flowers after April's rain. That line i have read and heard many times. But it is not quite applicable to my cl...