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hannaabideen
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Read Moreസ്വേഛാതിപത്യത്തിൽ നിന്നും സ്വതന്ത്രതയിലേക്കുള്ള ചുവടുവെപ്പ് തീർത്തും ഏകാധിപത്യത്തിലേക്കുള്ള മാനവരാശിയുടെ കടന്നുകയറ്റമല്ല മറിച്ച് സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യമെന്നത് സ്വേഛാതിപത്യത്തിൽ നിന്നും ഏകാധിപത്യത്തിലേക്കുള്ള ഒരു പ്രക്രിയ ആവാതിരിക്കുന്നുമില്ല. പ്രത്യേയശാസ്ത്രത്തിലെ എണ്ണപ്പെട്ട താളുകൾ മറച്ച് നോക്കേണ്ടത് പോലുമില്ല ഈ പ്രസ്ഥാവനയെ ശരി വെക്കാൻ.
ഞാനും നിങ്ങളും അങ്ങനെ മറ്റു പലരും അധിനിവേശം നിഷേധിച്ച നമ്മുടെ ഓരോരുത്തരുടെയും പരമാധികാരത്തിൽ മാത്രം നാം നമ്മെ തന്നെ ഭരിക്കപ്പെടുന്ന ജന്മാവകാശമായി നാം കരുതപ്പെടുന്ന അഥവാ തിരിച്ചറിഞ്ഞ ഒരു അവസ്ഥയാണ് സ്വാതന്ത്യം. അവിടെ ഞാനും നിങ്ങളും ഒരു കലാപകാരിയാണ്, ജീവിതം തന്നെ ഒരു പോരാട്ടമാണല്ലോ! ഞാൻ മുകളിൽ സൂചിപ്പിച്ചത് പോലെ ചിന്തിക്കുകയാണെങ്കിൽ മുഖംമൂടികളണയാത്ത മേൽക്കൊയ്മകളിൽ നിന്നും അടിമത്വത്തിൽ നിന്നും വിദൂരത്താക്കപ്പെട്ട അധർമ്മങ്ങൾ മായ്ക്കപ്പെട്ട ഒരു കൂട്ടം ജനത.
അതെ ആറടി മണ്ണ് അവകാശപ്പെടാവുന്ന അത് മാത്രം അവകാശപ്പെടാവുന്ന മനുഷ്യർ, പാദത്തിനടിയിൽ പറ്റിപ്പിടിച്ചിരിക്കുന്ന മൺ തരികളെയും സ്വന്തമാക്കാൻ ശ്രമിക്കുന്നു.
ആറടി മണ്ണവകാശപ്പെട്ടിട്ടും മണ്ണിനകാശപ്പെട്ടവർ നമ്മൾ.
എങ്കിലും ഹൃദയത്തിലുറച്ച ഏകാധിപത്യത്തിനേക്കാൾ വലിയ സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യം ജനാധിപത്യത്തിന് നൽകാൻ കഴിയില്ലല്ലോ...!!
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hannaabideen
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PLIGHT OF MIGRATORY BIRDS
Once I heard from dadiji
The tragic tale of Indo-pak
Which I define a deep dive communal rage
During her childhood days, made it bitter.
Slowly began the rise of British empire
In the seventeenth century.
Ample wealth of Hindustan
Silks, spices and so on and so forth.
Higher taxes and larger trades moving to England.
We indians could be different yet got united.
Hindus and muslims,
Brahmins and dalits,
Whites and blacks,
Nationalists and liberals,
Men and women
We weighed trust on each other
In the battle against the British,
Against chivalry and slavery they are known for.
Blood smeared battlefields
Hours of martyrs in the pool of blood
Sheer cry of revolts and rebellions alarmed
Like pulling the strings of an instrument
India was in the hands of the great Britain.
At last left the Bharat,
Marred with extreme poverty and famine.
Seeing the soil eroding under their feet
Sowed a seed of hatred between us.
That was a monsoon, grey dark broken clouds
Poured rain upon them
Perhaps another attempt
To amalgamate streams of tears.
Divided hindus and muslims to tore us apart
Like a barrier the border was born
And the hatred had grown
Finally did she truly celebrate the freedom
From the British crown at the stroke of midnight ?
Verily millions moving towards the border
Like the lament of fallen feathers.
They looked like homeless dead bodies
Collapsed into a distant dawn
With frozen fingers and measureless sorrow.
Came the next shocking news
Baba lost his job in a factory in Delhi
Identifying him a muslim,
Was told to get the next train from India to Pakistan.
That was when birds seek shelter,
A poor woman with a rich heart
Carrying a child left at birth
Hummed in a low tune
To steer clear of purple crying.
That was when a boy seemed to be five
Sipping the last drop in a bottle.
Neither radiance of the big orange sun sinking
Nor monsoon flowers were embraced on that day.
Indian by birth
Widow of my Pakistani dadaji said
Desires have no borders
She sings urdu and writes hindi
Yet voice injured by the inhaled past
Of divided soil of forefathers
Parted love, abandoned houses, empty pockets
Tears welled up and lungs choked.
Whom to blame the fate ? freedom either.
Even broken glass bangles of raped girls
And the telephone box resided
In a corner of the post office in
Witnessed the grieving mothers over dead bodies.
The curse of evil enveloped us,
And yet, not healed
Unseen wounds and unspoken tales,
Concealed beneath the duppatta
From the disturbed peace to the shattered dreams.
The migratory birds in the darkest of all hours
Unquestionably strange in our own land.
To the mothers of missing children in mining
To the brothers who were separated during partition
To the beloveds of freedom fighters died in prisons
To the daughters suffered abduction and mutilation
Still memories bleeding in the twenty first century.
The bond formed decades back can't be that weak
Though here is a moment to poetic justice!PLIGHT OF MIGRATORY BIRDS
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hannaabideen
17w
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HOLDING A HEART LOSING ITS BEATS
O dearest heart !
Lonely I and dark red you alone here
You inside me,
May feel I'm dying inside
To hold you before you break without love.
I am not the sixth glass of red wine
You drink in the middle of chaos.
I am not the second carton of virginia slims
You urges to smoke and leave behind.
I am a poetess breathing in between stars
The rising and falling stars
The brightening and dimming stars
Like I was already written in the damn sky.
Beyond the rage of poetry
Walking along the schmaltzy ballads of our tale
Holding a heart losing its beats,
Battling between lost him and losing myself.
O dearest heart !
We are together from nowhere,
Without waiting anyone to chase
Before the sunset hang on clouds
Under the clashing words of love.
#writersnetworkHOLDING A HEART LOSING ITS BEATS
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hannaabideen
17w
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SILENT PRAYER
Know, O Baha!
I have had a long summer
In my younger days
I was put in a cage
By my father and mother
Where I had to fly back
Whenever I go outside before dusk
Before outsiders make rumours
Know, O Baha!
I, Ruskan have had a tearful fall
Before it's too late for them
Samir tied the knot with me
That made me leave my parents
I was shifted from a cage to another
I was under the roof of male chauvinism
And still creeps on me silently
Even after the death of your beloved father
Know, O Baha!
I have passed a little spring too
That I embrace wholeheartedly
And that's what you are!
Now you are about to bring a girl
Remember my dear son
She's the one to walk with you
And not behind
She is not only to serve her husband
She is not a toy when it's desired
She is needless not to suffer in silence
She needs time for herself to bloom and rise!SILENT PRAYER
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hannaabideen
19w
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What autumn left ?
Autumn leaves are refugees
Like my depressed grandfather
And diabetic grandmother
Who fled to turn fresh green hue
Into painterly tinctures
Without a compass or map
When the autumnal sunshine
Grows shorter and
Fall embraces withered leaves.
Suffocating somewhere,
Where I could not escape from
Dwelling there for many a time
Gazing at the thatched
Roofs of mud hut.
My four year Baha
Asked tears in eyes,
What is the color of hunger ?
Perhaps darker than black
Or brighter than blue!
When hues left art
Sugar maples, aspen and
Russet leaves in heap
Listening to the tales of
Starving humans and empty pockets
Awaiting companions to fall off
Swore the art to turn into dust!
Inspired from @my_cup_of_poetryWhat
Autumn
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hannaabideen
30w
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PRICE OF SMILE
Someone came knocking
At the small front door
Of my little cottage 'HOPE'.
Coming down the stairway
Autumn keep running on my mind
Perhaps the early arrival of autumn.
Opening the door made from oak,
A poor child standing outside
Proffered a cake with figs and berries.
I asked for his name.
With a bright smile with chapped lips
Plunging hands into pocket, he said 'Bruno'.
His dark, rich in brown hair matches the season
Smell of dampness filled our nostrils
Seemingly nine years of age looking around
High blue hue clouds suffuse the skies
Isolated maple leaves away from sight
Left no scars on the surface soil.
'Where is your companion ?' I asked searching of.
'I am lonely, an orphan!
I have a right to be upset.' he whispered.
Autumn foliage covered the lanes of Lithuania
I bought all the cakes and gave him one
Now better ask him the price of smile!
@writersnetwork.
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hannaabideen
34w
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WORLD OF SILENCE
Azadi, I am!
Dying in the hearts of millions
Hiding beneath the darkest of all skies
The days full of white lies
And a cup of phrases
Bought nothing other than oppression
Injured verses of wounded poem
Lost in the darkest of all hours
Need no time to bury you all
Silence is the normal pandemic.
Loaded guns and sharpened weapons
Chained the world to keep in fear.
I wanna paint free birds on my canvas.
Flying in search of truth
Will I live tomorrow ?.
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hannaabideen
35w
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BEYOND THE DOWNFALL
Many a time young Romeo Montague,
Petrarchan lover in the heart of audience
Chose poetry over Fighting words
O Romeo! Orchard garden might have said
'You are going to steal the jewel I used to stare'.
And he would not have listened.
Verona whispered verses of love
But turned out the downfall of Juliet Capulet
That hath hidden in the playlist of time
Petals of red roses fascinated the lover
Love, love and love..
Not roses but thorns gifted by the death!
That was hard to part the young beloved lady
He longed for her warm lips and swallowed poison
Wasn't worse poison to reach heaven with her.
Leaves of evergreen frantoio olive trees
Witnessed she plunging the dagger to her breast
Loyalty rose closely to the prince of love!
@writersnetwork.
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hannaabideen
42w
"When has he left you ?" psychiatrist asked.
The poetess said : "During autumn.."
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hannaabideen
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MELANIN QUEEN
She is a poetess,
A landscape of letters
With zillions of thoughts.
She is a poetess,
A vessel of melancholy
Pouring a cup of words.
She is a poetess,
An unequivocal love
Carrying definition of beauty.
She is a poetess,
A rebellious lady
Sinking into the depth of purity.
She is a poetess,
Treats like a psychiatrist herself
With extended rollercoaster of emotions.
When day and night merge,
She lifts her heavier quill up and
Spell the broken tales of silent nights.
She herself is a poetry,
Like stars fall deep down into oceans
And swim whole lives as starfishes.
She herself is a poetry,
Like a tree stops holding the empty leaves
But the falling leaves fall for a new phase.
Neither she is a tiny black sack of sin
Grown up under the dark brown lady's burden
But a human rich in melanin.MELANIN QUEEN
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daliya
63w
പ്രിയപ്പെട്ട ജയ്...
കഴിഞ്ഞ കുറേ ദിവസങ്ങളായി വാർത്ത മാധ്യമങ്ങളിൽ എന്നെ കുറിച്ചു വന്നുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്ന "വാർത്തകൾ "നീയും കാണുന്നുണ്ടല്ലോ അല്ലേ?? മാനം നഷ്ട്ടപ്പെട്ട ഒരു പെൺകുട്ടി ഇങ്ങനെയൊക്കെ പുറത്തിറങ്ങി കൂസലന്ന്യെ നടക്കാൻ പാടുണ്ടോ എന്നാണ് ഇപ്പോൾ മാലോകരുടെ ചിന്ത... എന്തിനു ഞാൻ ഒളിച്ചിരിക്കണം???? എന്റെ അനുവാദത്തോടെയല്ല നിങ്ങൾ വിലയിട്ട ആ മാനം പലർ ചേർന്നു മോഷ്ടിച്ചത്... ഞാനെന്ന സ്ത്രീയുടെ മാനം ആ മോഷ്ട്ടാക്കളുടെ കൈകളിലായിരുന്നു എന്നു ചിന്തിക്കാൻ എനിക്ക് കഴിയുന്നുമില്ല... എന്റെ ആത്മാഭിമാനം നശ്വരമായ ഈ ശരീരത്തിൽ ഞാനൊരിക്കലും സൂക്ഷിച്ചു വച്ചിരുന്നില്ല... ആ ദിവസം എന്നേക്കാൾ ആരോഗ്യമുള്ള ചില മോഷ്ട്ടാക്കൾച്ചേർന്നു കൂട്ടമായി ഒരു മോഷണം നടത്തി... മോഷ്ട്ടാക്കളെ പോലീസിൽ ഏൽപ്പിക്കാൻ ഇനിയും എനിക്കായിട്ടില്ല കാരണം അവർക്കൊന്നും മുഖങ്ങളുണ്ടായിരുന്നില്ല.... ആയതിനാൽ ആ ഒരൊറ്റകാരണം പറഞ്ഞു എല്ലാം നഷ്ട്ടമായ ഒരുവളായി ഭയത്തിന്റെ തടവറയിൽ ഒതുങ്ങി ജീവിതം ഹോമിക്കാൻ ഞാനൊരുക്കമല്ല ... എന്റെ മാനം എന്റെ മനസ്സിലായിരുന്നു... ജീവിതം എന്റെ കൈകളിലും.... പിന്തിരിഞ്ഞു നടക്കാൻ മടിയാണ് മുന്നോട്ടുപോകാനാണ് താല്പര്യം...
എന്ന്.....
മുഖമുള്ള ഒരു നിർഭയ.......
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daliya
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വാക്കുകൾ മനസ്സിലേൽപ്പിച്ച മുറിവുകൾക്കു പ്രാണൻ പോകുന്ന വേദനയായിരുന്നു. എന്നിട്ടും സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നവരെ കൂടെ നിർത്താൻ എന്തും തൃജിക്കാൻ തയ്യാറായി... തിരിഞ്ഞുനോട്ടങ്ങൾ തിരിച്ചറിവിലേക്കുള്ള പുതിയപാതകൾ തെളിക്കൽകൂടിയായിരുന്നു.... സ്നേഹശൂന്യതും അവഗണനയും കണ്ടില്ലെന്നു നടിക്കാം... വേദനയോടെ പിന്തിരിഞ്ഞു നടക്കുമ്പോഴും... ഒന്നേ ചിന്തിച്ചുള്ളൂ ചെയ്തുപോയ വേലയല്ലേ പാഴയുള്ളൂ... ചെയ്യാനുള്ളതൊന്നും പാഴ്‌വേലകളാവാതെ ശ്രദ്ധിക്കണം......ചിന്തകളുടെ ഭാരംമൂലം കുമ്പിട്ടു പോയ ശിരസ്സൊരിക്കലെങ്കെലും ഉയർത്തിപിടിക്കണം ഇനിയും ചുമക്കാൻ ബന്ധങ്ങളുടെ ഭാരങ്ങളൊന്നുമേയില്ലെന്നു വേവും മനസ്സിനെ പഠിപ്പിക്കണം
©daliya
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പരിചിതരായിരുന്നിട്ടും.. മനസ്സാൽ..അപരിചിതരായ രണ്ടുപേർക്കിടയിലെ ദൂരം മനസ്സളക്കട്ടെ.... അങ്ങനെ അവിടെയും മനസ്സൊരു അളവുകോലാകുമ്പോൾ... അതിർവരമ്പുകളില്ലാത്ത സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യത്തിന്റെ തുറന്ന ആകാശത്തിൽ... എനിക്കും നിനക്കും... ബന്ധനങ്ങളൊന്നുമില്ലാതെ പറന്നുയരാം .. അല്ലെങ്കിൽ മനസ്സുസഞ്ചരിച്ച വഴിയെ ചോദ്യമോ ഉത്തരങ്ങളോ ഇല്ലാതെ... തോന്ന്യവാസം നടക്കാം... കാണാത്ത കണ്ണുകൾ അതിമാനോഹരവും. മൊഴിയാത്ത അധരങ്ങൾ
അതീവസുന്ദരവും എന്നു താനേ സങ്കല്പിക്കാം.... സത്യമെന്നു വിശ്വസിച്ച കള്ളങ്ങളെക്കാൾ .... എത്ര നിഗൂഢവും... സുന്ദരവും ചിലപ്പോഴെങ്കിലും ഹൃദയഭേദകവുമായിരിക്കാം അറിയാത്ത... കാണാത്ത കേൾക്കാത്ത സത്യങ്ങളെന്നു ... മനസ്സാൽ മൊഴിയാം...എന്നെ കുറിച്ചുള്ള നിന്റെ അറിവില്ലായ്മയായിരുന്നു... എന്റെ സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യം എന്നു വീണ്ടും വീണ്ടും ഞാൻ ഓർമിക്കട്ടെ....
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anusha_sharma21
7w
Read MoreIf you were writing a book about losing your best friend what would the last line be?
Mine:-
"We started as strangers, now we end that way too, only knowing each other better than anyone."Memories
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paperwhites
8w
Read More"Poetry is the gift of gratitude, a vow to notice
mundane things and inject them with awe"
—Samantha Reynolds
THANK YOU �� @writersnetwork
CAN'T THANK YOU MORE! @miraquill
#mundaneMundane
One heavy day and
you board the last bus
seats loaded up, your
face drowsy and legs
don't feel anymore and
a boy past three seats
where you are standing
gives you his seat with
no other reason just
for a fleeting scene
You are 19 and still
don't know how to fix
shoelaces suitably
and your father does
it every while you run
to watch the ocean or
your friends ring up
for a get-together
Running late to work
and you forget your
wallet and a lady you
happened on the way
lends you some fresh
notes with a relaxed
smile and warm hands
It was a bad day and
sounds like coffee is
not helping you out
really and a stranger
passes by greeting
you with a passing
note, of few letters
for a shot in the arm
Walking to see the
lights and moon in
the lap of lake with
your boyfriend and
he grabs your hand
just to switch places
with him by the road
and you beside him
A fancying mother finds
her daughter in you and
chuckles a slim chitchat
School children waving
at you from the backseat
and an old man asking
you for time when for
the facts he has really
got nothing to do
Now isn't it all mundane?
yet the slivers of an alive
walkway and the kicking
windscreens. It's just this
way our breaths blow and
tails wag and swish. This's
life, a series of little things,
seconds and recollections.
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
13w
Read MoreA humorous (fictional) approach to the holiday.
A MINIMALIST'S VALENTINE WISH LIST
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
Darling, I adore you
And I'm so glad that you are mine
In you, I've found true love
You're my forever valentine
And on this special day
To help avoid all stress and strife
I'm going to share with you some pointers
Penned down by me, your loving wife
I like to keep things simple
There's no need to make a fuss
So I'm putting forth these guidelines
So as to help the two of us
I'm not one to collect things
I really don't like clutter
Knickknacks don't delight me
They don't send my heart aflutter
Don't need no cards or chocolate
Nor any flowery perfume
But I'd really be quite thrilled
If you could make use of the broom
Instead of bright bouquets
That quickly wilt and fade
I'd appreciate far more
If for once, the bed you made
And instead of fancy trinkets
Or gem encrusted rings
It would really be quite grand
If you'd just pick up your things
By now it should be clear
But in case you're in a quandary
Let me break it down once more
Forget the gifts, just do some laundry!
Never mind the costly dinner
I'm not a fan of dining out
But you can whip up something here
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!
You can forget about the shopping
I don't want something from the store
How about you do some dusting?
I'd like that a whole lot more!
So darling, take your pick
There's no end of things to do
Happy Valentine's, my love
Now let's start cleaning up this zoo!
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 2/14/2022
#humor #fiction #valentinesday #miraquill #writersnetwork.
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
13w
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SOJOURNS THROUGH THE FOREST
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
In quietude, we walked along
Hand in hand
Without a word spoken
As our silence spoke a language
All its own
Upon finding ourselves
In unfamiliar places
We embraced the unknown
Whilst gazing at the horizon
In eager anticipation
Of the bright new vistas ahead
In a nebulous nexus
Of verdant visages
Our hearts are one with the forest
A mellifluous milieu
Leads us to
A reverential reverence
Inspired by the bountiful beauty
That surrounds us
The sky of azure blue
Winks at us intermittently
Through the celestial solar rays
That dart about the wooded glade
Nature's artistry
Continues to adorn our eyes
As bright and cheery birdsong
Alights upon our ears
After bidding adieu
To a few ancient pines
We make our way out of the forest
Hand in hand, in our silence
That speaks so much
We retreat from the
Splendor of the woods
Oh but we'll soon be back
Often and again, we'll be back.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 2/15/2022
#walk #miraquill #writersnetwork #wod.
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
13w
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DESERT(ED) OASIS
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
The desert sun takes no prisoners
It is cruel, ruthless, and unrelenting
Brittle bones and parched hearts abound, and there is seemingly no curative in sight
Still, there is beauty here, stark and rugged
It'll surprise you and catch you off guard
Don't look for greenery, or signs of life
For there is little to none around
A mild winter lends to a harsh summer
Comprised of blazing temperatures
And an unforgiving barometer
Any northerner with a lick of sense would hastily take leave of this place, barren wasteland that it is
But somehow, I've come to love it
I thrive in the comforting consistency of the midday sun, followed by the lunar blessed eves
And I adore the odd shapes of the prickly cacti, or "desert shrapnel," as I'm prone to call them
Night arrives, bearing blessed relief from the heat of day
And this seemingly barren oasis is suddenly teeming with life
There are jackrabbits, roadrunners, coyotes, and reptiles of every kind
By day, they hide from the sun's glaring rays
Stealthy hunters they become, by night
There's a pervasive silence, here in the desert
Which quiescently coincides with an unheard primal scream
The rules are simple here: survive, or die trying
Many have succumbed to the latter
Here, we live under the threat that summer is coming... Always
The death knell tolls throughout the day, on any given hot, dry afternoon
Whilst a nearby Lark Sparrow belts out a doleful tune, temporarily breaking through the minutiae of the oppressive heat
She takes careful measures to avoid placing herself in the direct rays of the scorching sun
A solar inferno that regularly claims lives, but not prisoners; here, in the desert.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 2/16/2022
#miraquill #writersnetwork #desert #homesweethome.
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
14w
Read More
"Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call..."
-Jimmy Buffet
OCEAN DREAMER
by lovenotes_from_carolyn
The ocean breeze calls to me
That salty air such bliss
And as the waves
Wash over my body
It feels like
A heavenly kiss
And I'll forever love
The sultry shades of blue
The seaweed shades of green
And all the iridescent hues
Yes, my heart is in the ocean
Way down very deep
Where creatures of great beauty
Swim about and sleep
And you surely can't imagine
The treasures to behold
Down in the ocean's belly
A wealth of gems and gold
Oh I'm an ocean dreamer
Surrounded by salinity
I'd want no other home
Than this aquatic divinity.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 2017
#ocean #miraquill #writersnetwork #wod.
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nareenwar_
16w
Meadows of sorrow.
And you left me in the meadows of sorrow,
All alone, the chirruping of birds isn't melodious anymore, the sunshine doesn't feel sunshine anymore, the rain is merely a veil now to hide my tears, my heart is stained with blood and bruises.
Time is cascading and i am drowning.
©nareenfarooq
