My words to keep you alive through my life,
You are lost only to find in distance songs,
You are buried only to awaken on my memoirs.
When I think of you,
I may pick-
Longest nights of fairy summer,
Shortest days of frosty winter,
Deepest sobs of rain,
And widest fragrance of spring,
Of the places I have lived!
How can I forget?
the little bird’s endeavor
– to build his nest on my dormer,
picking the finest twigs and leaves.
Komorebi’s play on picnic sport,
Muse’s call on awaken nights,
Nap of a lazy noon on red couch,
And the whispers of hoaxed mists.
Those are aroma of places,
Moments that we breathe,
feels like first love,
keeps coming from past,
lives in the dreams.
The places I have ever lived.
Blow caution through skeleton.
Cry over the grave.
Scribbles on dairy.
So here is the news ! I joined Tanka class in Allpoetry and here is my first assignment!
Assignment:- For this assignment write THREE short descriptions, TWO lines each, of anything simple but interesting, anything you witness. Just report what you see/experience without any interpretation. Just say what is there and not what you think. For boundaries each line must be no longer than seven syllables. This is not a set pattern but the maximum you can use. If you can use less, so much the better.
A morning dew,
A grace that always flow
A bright star,
A dark hallow
that you never wish to know
A despair that you never desire
A hope that you count on prayer
Air that you breath and live
A friend that one should keep
The imagination that has no limit
Or nothing to be taken from or submit
A mystery that you can’t solve
A path that has many curves
Stars that shine high upon the sky
A fairy that granted wishes and fly
I’m neither illusion nor real……
I’m… I just am….
Sun soften it warmth,
Dews fall upon spider webs
Meadow still in white blanket
She hold his hand and whispers
‘did I thank you for your kindness and love’
‘Yes, my love, every time you smile at me’, he whispers back.
Hurried fairy clouds on bricks walk;
When the nature like a distended lass,
changing over her cloak from green to autumn.
The essence of transformation made wind heavier.
A wonder distance beholder of transform,
realized nothing is for ever.
With a fear of losing his sweetheart
The lad asked his love,
“What if forever is a lie?”
under the open sky; closing her eyes,
held him close and whispered in his ear
“then lets live each moment as last.”
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