Strident, this screaming silence… Lonely howl in the night. You lament, killing credence, hopeless craving to fight. Seeking the surface Scratching the walls Searching through darkness Squirming and all Strident, The blinding pain, shaking your whole body Patience, useless and vain… Life no more a symphony. Via the Word of the Day Challenge’s…… Continue reading The Cry…
Nature holds it load of mystery. Perfect puzzles to humble thee… No matter how clever, sure, you’ll never be! the egg or the chicken? The acorn or the tree? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Close up on an acorn next to a…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
They said I don’t belong, that I am an alien to their shallow, insipid world. My foreign words, my foreign ways, too exotic for their average minds… They said, they said, they said a lot but I didn’t listen. Though they disapproved I Don’t take offence… I am my own hero, I rampage! I…… Continue reading Renegade…
With you I resonate. You understand everything about me, Know my darkest secrets. Only with you can I feel safe My next of kin, My best of all friends, My true soulmate! Only you, there’s no debate, Can promise me with no condition, That you’ll be there until the end. With you I resonate……… Continue reading Resonate…
Beautiful, shiny, tempting warmth, oh how I long for your sweet arms! Drawn to you in the moonless night darkness… Dreaming of your most tender caress. But I know that with it comes death. And of life I don’t wanna be teft! So I’ll let their butterfly looks charm you. And their bright colored…… Continue reading She Spider…
I don’t seek richness I don’t seek celebrity… I only seek being! Via Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Being
Life sometimes is cruel and hearts can suffer May fate one day bless us bringing our souls again closer I don’t mind loneliness if we can be alone together Side by side, my hand in yours sharing the afterlife forever! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
There’s nothing “micro” about this… And it is kind of cheating, since it is a comment I offered Brutus earlier. But still, it is French, so I guess it counts. My blog, my rules, right? Je t’écrirais sur du papier de soie. Je t’écrirais sur des serviettes… Mais mon pauvre compte souffrirait vite…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
Lovely cicada, Shy singing thermometer Your hymn spells summer!
If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Close up on a pool of ants gathered on a sidewalk
Cyranny's Cove 