edit: bouquet of roses to you @miraquill for EC(2) & @writersnetwork for hearting ❤️ this (30). happy reading ________________
i've lived in diaries and journals, watching vapours, of smoky aromas twirling out of coffee mugs in cold mornings, admiring the power of metaphors,
wrapped in beautiful hues, of Quillio, Writco, the "metaverse," and the arousing senses of humor in anthologies across seas, succored by beautiful "yous."
it is never easy to write, but the nature in you, the power, the urge— to keep climbing the hills and hollows of words, saves you off the drop-off edge.
the thinnest nudge from zephyrs, the survival, off the cliffs of fear, the little spark that ignites, not a flame, —the hiroshima, of dust, the golden flare, the breath you sought after, bosoms you— at last.
when under siege, of a pandemic malady, homesick, yearning, you keep going, poised, swimming in art, along drawn roads and solid seas, touching the sky every now and then.
So we sit on memory lane Like dolls Of tangled hair And strawberry-stained cheeks, Remnants of cheerful summers
Nostalgia, Floats and drifts Like a blanket of stars In my mind As we listen To the hum of the wind Telling us to adopt the sun And catch happiness by its tail While we ride a Ferris wheel And watch Life Unfold like a magic carpet
Ignoring the knots and waves Of nausea In our belly, We saddle the wind And scream cobwebs and mayhem Out of our lungs
With stars for eyes, And heartbeats borrowed from thunderstorms, There I was, Riding on the mystery Of question marks, Wondering, If happiness Looks different When seen Through rose-colored glasses, From the lonely top Of a Ferris wheel.
Begin by writing down the names of several people you know well and often come across in your home, school or neighborhood. Now pick one or two of those people and write a poem describing their attributes—how they look, sound, smell, move and behave.