PLEASE READ TILL END AND COMMENT IF YOU CAN…MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU…
It is one of those evening
When mind is vacant, empty
And there’s nothing on writing.
Mind, thoughts, soul–all are erratic
Mood…don’t ask, please, about it.
The moon is on sky, crescent,color silverish
Mixing with hallogen forming yellowish grayish
On the wall of dark room of mine.
The May breeze is hunting bounty
The curtains of my room is paying them
They are acting very much randy
With the breeze they has are creating…mayhem
They are splashing on my feet,
Like waves of the sea does,
Wall as beach, drawing pattern of knit
Of my southern window grill thus–
Making me ruminate,
Making me feel abandoned.
Dropping the rhyme now to conclude
I don’t want to write this poem
I should be on a hibernation
Keeping aside all, but, not “writing”
Is what make me lorn as I feel
So written one, one of the worst I’ve wrote.
Let me share a secret with you all
‘fore I stop this musing poem of mine
Missing a Daily Prompt leave me
In state of panick of
If you all forget me…
#Randy is used in archaic Scottish form which means rude, aggressive.
Cannot resist to use these images (few though) from my collection