The song that need to be sing, had been sang for the day. The tune is still flying in the breeze, creating a soft murmuration. The violin box that remain unopened, lie back at view in prominence. The band is now scattered, at the cafe, drinking and gathering praise and extra bucks. The door... Continue Reading →
Three Line Tales Week #58 The Present... Looking at life from the other side of the gridded fence; memories, achievements, failures seems to form a cumulonimbus cloud--impregnated with moments. Photo: Frank Jansen 100 Word Wednesday Week #8, Bikur Gurl The Past... Watching life seems to be looking at the ruin that's standing on... Continue Reading →
the eve is coming down not quicken he smile as sun burn down for moon melting snow is aid to re-- veal untold hush of summer Traveler March, 20– To read more of Traveler poems visit Traveler. Daily Prompt (02/28/2017): Quicken RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #138 Secret (Untold) &... Continue Reading →
comfort of spring breeze let the eyes know that they are naked there no hideout Traveller February, 20-- Daily Prompt: Hideout To read more of Traveller poems visit Traveller.
Water, foamed and proud, clapping on the rock. Dock was vacant; silence present in interim. Cream of waves leaving mark, on beach, in dusted eve light Flight of seagulls were in hurry to return home as it was late. Net of evening spreading fast, overrunning the time. Time--strike me hard. Father had gone and... Continue Reading →
My pen is out of ink or has it freeze? It might be my thinking also... Loitering here and there...picking up bits like pigeon takes up... The lunch was not so great, but, was not so worst..it's actually the wine... The eve band singing, or, trying to, an old, though new*, R.D. Burman song...... Continue Reading →