Hope

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There’s detail in her swing
And power in her sting
Or maybe its the other way ’round.
Just a few feet off the ground
she hovers,
covers her smiling mouth,
eyes firmly looking south
-ward. A dainty finger
points out the drop that lingers
long after the waterfall
has ceased fall(ing)

There’s something in the way she turns,
slicing the sunrays like a spurn
-ed lover,
only to spill them all
over the place.
Laughing, she lets them race
in a sparkling whirl,
till she has seen the last petal unfurl

And then, she just stands
in an obscure corner, wand
steady,
always ready,
knowing that when it starts to rain
she’ll be needed yet again

Homeward bound

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The half told tale

is getting pale,

setting sail…

I’m left stranded

 

Your uncertain smile

is taking a while

to cover these miles…

I come away empty handed

 

My lonely heart,

weary from the start,

is done playing its part…

I have finally landed.

 

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In memory of a dear friend who, some time back, decided she had had enough of life.

Uncomplicate

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When you see a curve approaching,
just twist out of the way
when trouble jumps out of nowhere,
bend low and save the day
when a cloud drifts within reach,
catch hold and don’t let go
when the moon rocks on her ivory throne,
dance with me, real slow

When the world is drenched in silence,
listen with a patient ear
to the beat of the wind
carrying the clamour of a thousand unspoken prayers

Not scary enough?

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Hi all!

This week Trifecta gave us the following illustration and asked us to write 33 words on what happens next. Here’s my version of things-

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Artist Credit: Dan Duford
(www.poisonedplayground.com)

‘Look Ma, ain’t i the scariest? Soon i shall be famous like you promised.’

‘Bah! Forget it Swampy! That silly whatsisname with the pumpkin face… He’s the talk of the town these days.’

The Hot Air Balloon

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He thinks he’s so cool
But i’m nobody’s fool.
When we’re discussing birds and bees
He talks of apples and trees.
That might be okay too,
if he only knew
What not to say,
but he gets so carried away!

He’s done it more than once,
seems to jump at every chance
of putting his foot in his mouth,
from which point, things start heading south.

Like a hot air balloon
mistakenly cut loose,
he’s blissfully unaware
of his sorry state of affairs.

But don’t worry yourself in vain,
he shall fall and rise again.
And when talk turns to the apple tree
I shall politely tell him,
Lets agree to disagree.

Way-word phrases

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Do these delicately arranged
words still remember
how to talk?
Stich together scattered phrases
then fall apart and run amok

Can they still take
wild flights of fancy
and tickle the brightest star?
Take one look at the bewitching moon
and crumble in a dazzling shower

I want to know if they can still seduce you,
tease you,
into an amoral dance.
Spin you into the wanton sunset,
then fold up and break the trance

Don’t they remember courting
and serenading
the reticent night?
Until the morning light…

Can they still draw music
from just a stick and stone?
I wonder if they’ve been numbed into silence
or simply lost their way home.

Fooling around

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Underneath this whimsical sky
loop half-told tales and
honeyed tufts of lies.
Courting danger’s all well
and I won’t kiss and tell
but when you see
the clouds collide and topple,
Run!
Pell-mell.

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I wrote this for this week’s Trifextra ( and had a whole lot of fun writing it too!!)