The sallow floor-bed
sighed under my bare feet
as I followed the shadows
hiding the grey skies –
so within my reach,
He reaches the clearing
where I stood with eyes closed,
hugging myself. He holds me
yet I feel the distant calls
of love , longing and the world fades.
This poem is inspired from a photo post by Eclipse.
In the mirror once enchanted,
Trapped lay a beauty protected,
Charmed into a smile
Bound by unknown lies,
She sings of days gone by
And about times to come she cries..
Bottom of the magic pond
Rested the mirror for times long,
The wonder today free for all
Mysteries though remain untold..
In lonely night the lady would stroll
Shedding light on places once lost ..
Prompted @ Magpie Tales
To her , anything beautiful was art in making. The eyes greedily took notice of each line the creator made or bent, some exotic some just a pleasure to watch. Often, when she stood naked in front of mirror, she wondered how could he love her shapeless body . He wrote about beauty of her tears those nights.
solitude – the thorn
defining beauty;a crime
to your admirers.
Prompted @ Haiku Heights , May Challenge [Day 23]
There is beauty in modesty;
Its modest to surrender;
there is modesty in beauty
Its beautiful to surrender;
Surrender modestly Oh beautiful !
Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 15] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month , Sunday Scribbling
Proud , submissive
moulding breaking forming
It changes as it charges ahead;
Written for May Challenge by Ava [Day 16] , May2011 Int’l 5 lines poetry Month
age nudged her
her ripen beauty
evident in her gait.
Prompted @ 3WW