Doors creaked open to azure skies
Whorls of clouds fading out of the sun
Last seeds of pain dissolve in passing winds
A little bit of hope ….
Doors creaked open to azure skies
Whorls of clouds fading out of the sun
Last seeds of pain dissolve in passing winds
A little bit of hope ….
Weightless and formless it dwells
Silent sheath of the great abyss
Frayed edges looking to be undone
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Whimsical and discreet it floats
Disguised modellings of child’s play
Roving piercing eyes see none
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Ticklish of the secrets it guards
Teases with views of the beyond
Mystic muse for fairy tales to spun
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Broken and splattered it moves
Witness to beginnings and ends
Luminescent of the moods of sun
A glistening pearly sheen
An amorous velveteen touch
Beckons a ruby blossom nestling
A flower isn’t jealous of other flowers – it simply blooms 🙂 Look what I found! Apparently called “cock’s comb”.
A poker game where we met
Playing against Aphrodite and Destiny.
Lost in our love, we couldn’t care who won 🙂
I was twirling with joy and romance as I wrote this. I conclude the last day of this Five Photos Five Stories Challenge and nominate Helen for this – she has a great way of weaving stories and poetry 😉 The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”
Thank you Rob. You really handed me a challenge here – very difficult for a non-photographer like me!