Capable Thoughts are flowing around me–lots of it; but, words are not. As I look at self in the mirror, I see am smiling at me; silently questioning– Are you capable of writing s’thing that’ll define the morning outside; Are you capable of giving your thoughts the perfect words they need… I hear a voice; it’s…
Category: Daily Prompts
Death of A Cuckoo
Daily Prompt: Someday Someday, the flowers will bloom again; Someday, the air will fill with the chores of schools and daily life, Someday, the road will be reconstructed and will hear the cacophony. Someday, there’ll be no gore; there’ll be the pleasure of living–beautiful. I dream, someday, the muscles that’ve shaken our very root– Of belief in peace…
It’s Being…
via Cling It’s being long, I’ve clung to my fear; the fear that arouses out of being thinking overhead. It’s being tiring; I’ve to fight with my myself to let holding or was it cling, go away. The morning sun trying to shine on the foggy path–I have taken this path many times, Many seasons…
