Why ?

Sacredness makes me strong

Blessed with wings but I creep along

Carving words of silence, I sing a song

In Meadows, Beyond ideas of right and wrong

Lies the soul absorbing light through the pierced wounds

Home of love invite to be the guest unknown

Paths to you are shown by trees long

I Search inside where you belong

Empty-handed, I still Roam.

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I don’t know if this photo prompt relates completely to my words or not but these were the thoughts that came into my mind when I first saw it. As I am feeling down these days too so couldn’t come up with anything creative. I hope you’ll bear me with that.

This poem is written in response to Daily Prompt and Friday Fictioneers. Click on the link to see other awesome entries this week.

Photo Copyright – Björn Rudberg.

 

 

‘Mornings’

With every sunrise, sparkling sun-rays tear up the dark night and initiate a ray of hope in my heart’s plant moist with dew drops. It grows everyday, it has formed a big tree now. A tree that stopped giving fruits 30 years ago.

30 years of marriage and 3 beautiful children, What can be more perfect than that?

A hollowness grows inside me. Questions remain unanswered.

Mornings, a new chance, a new life — It was never for me.

I am still standing on the same spot where I stood 30 years ago — empty handed, When life snatched him from my hands.

And Life continues……

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This 100 words fiction (Not really) is written for Friday Fictioneers which demands a 100 word fiction inspired by the given photo. Check out the link if you want to participate.

Enchanted Illusion

Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau

She lives at a place far away. Perspiring sun rays of hope caress her face to welcome her mornings. She opens her home’s door and walk through the stairs like a queen. Butterflies take her to the seraphic valleys. She dances in ecstasy. Tickling winds make her giggle. Her laughs are loathed in euphoria. She opens her wings and flies with the birds. Sparkling sea water washes her feet. She sings with mermaids and fall asleep in ethereal embrace.

And yet in this monstrous world, resides her body void of soul – indulged in the weightless mysteries of naked truths.

Friday Fictioneers – The World Out There Is Cruel.

She was playing with doggy when he climbed up the tree.

“What can you sh-ee doggy ?” She asked in her soft voice.

“I can see a fairy land” The dog replied.

“Tell me more” She giggled.

“There are houses made of candies and a river of your favorite chocolate milk! Everyone is so happy” He continued.

“Wow can you take me up with you? I want to sh-ee the world” She insisted.

“You are too little to handle the reality of this cruel world my friend” Come play with me.

And she ran after doggy to play again.