Loneliness on a Flowerbed #guardian #writephoto

I sat on the grass in a mountain of a beautiful illusion of white petaled roses and dazzling marigolds I watched the world, with agonizing pain in my heart, crumble, disintegrate and tumble down I waited for a moment when things would be the same back in the days when we could hug and kiss

A Flicker of Light #whatdoyousee #hope #light

‘ Twas dark, cold and eerie I am scared scared to death I could die any moment of fear fear of the unknown of  not knowing and why the stillness of the air could suck even the sound of the wind the trees seemed not to rustle tensed for what was to come a moment

I Pray #worship

(a pack of food given to a frontliner in the Philippines) (lighted candles used by Christians to pray)  (An old Catholic Church in the Philippines) (A giant Murugan statue in Malaysia )     I pray for the world to heal as we all thrive and struggle some call for Allah others bow down in

You #writephoto #painted

For Sue https://scvincent.com/2020/05/21/thursday-photo-prompt-painted-writephoto/ #writephoto #painted   you painted my world with perfect strokes of beautiful rays of bursts of sunshine in my mornings of verdant meadows in my life’s landscape with freshness and sensitivity you built an impeccable bridge of love and passion of feelings and satisfaction and for that I love you now and

Without You (Two Haikus)

    (Bali, 2019)   without you is like a stolen moonlight at night in total darkness without you is like an invisible big wave in complete stillness

Come, Sit With Me (my princess)

  come sit with me let’s talk about how things used to be when the world was better and things were nicer when a walk in the beach alongside a crowd was full of fun bumping at each other making new friends along the way when watching the sunset was so much joy while arguing

My Princess

  For Sadje’s What do you See?https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/05/18/what-do-you-see-30-18-may-2020/   come sit with me and let’s talk about fairy tales and how dreams do come true that’s what we always do in the afternoon before sunset just after an afternoon nap you told me of how dreams could come true just willingly use the power of your

I Miss You

oblivious of the time and around I longed for your hold so tight your hold that keeps my steady gaze in place your hold that once made a better me incognizant of how I felt wanting how much of you I can take I never imagined it would be this dark without you the darkness

Mine (haiku) #writephoto

  I witness the sun in the dying afternoon when you call me “mine”   My first entry for Sue’s #writephoto Thursday photo prompt: Dance #writephoto  

Rain

rain falls gently like my own poetry each drop, a syllable a sweet verse of love each one is a melody of songs of thoughts of dreams of ever after and of love comforting dead air silence last drop of rain a fading memory of a distant promise just memories of many summers ago then