Altruism, why?

“…they were aware of

a semblance of meaning”

E. Rinaldi

Allow yourself to

curdle in a twinge

aware of semblance

of meaning

The broken visage

of not existed draught

not a Paper tiger

anymore

defunct

Life in a partition

from world flux -

anabiosis,

the meteor

bowled out of space

the earth…

Wordle #49

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Yearning

hd-wallpaper, pastel

Craving

Tiny delicate petals

Falling

Hopeless parachutes

Umbrella perched uncut posts

By blue river

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Sunday Whirl

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Pisces tides

Pinterest

The peace Pisces tides

brought me your words,

sighs, syllables

have not pronounced,

clashed/confronted

with other you,

withered not –

craved

to embracing together-

ness of comfort,

a beautiful

view.

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Content

pinterest.com

One pink tulip of my Valentine bouquet

lean forward peering in an open screen

of laptop:

One drop of wine matter…

One drop of tar…

One tear adds a content…

Helps to evolve

over successive

generation…

Glasses dropped…

Unfocused eyes met

genuine vis-à-vis

glance of surprise...

Am I sober now?

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif 

Back to earth

'Back to earth' by Catrin Welz-Stein

The feather hovers above my path.

It soars amongst clouds of winter scores,

songs and scriptures;

and if I stretch the arms -

I tap into soft safe nest of love

and wisdom;

set by fleeting caprice of child,

inner conflict between earth and sky,

solved yet yield to grounding shell,

adjourned feathered wing.

Gimme a smile

Catrin Welz-Stein

Gimme a smile…

Before grinding the sins,

God requires to show no credentials.

Rushing, swallow the crystal ice-creams

we forge freeing,  develop connection.

Gimme a smile…

Daily ritual, containment -

boiling pot with a lid on, - it’s fine,

keep serenity…. fearless?

won’t you channel potential

when the chances  arise?..

Gimme a smile...

Outraged umbrellas,

urban dresses across seasons’ will

won't withdraw me from seeing thru

high-condense clouds,

we're still climbing up hill…

Gimme a smile…

I'll embrace a resurrection:

a path, a bridge to the moon.

Gimme a smile…

Foolish heart’s muggy madness

I'll heal to the last micro wound.

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Obsession

Art by Danny Gregory

Keep the morning tea

warm,

all the rest remnant

pieces

throw away to the ants’

joy.

I remember sea storm,

late breakfast

as if last one,

coy.

Mix  for new friend

a cocktail,

fashioned swimsuit –

worn,

set the fruit & fish

table,

yet, keep a tea

warm.

Let a wind

to chase a

seagull,

blow the hat

and news…

Sudden,

my appearance

tricks you –

warm tea spilling

blues.

Read more at: d'Verse Poetic: Writing to the Art of Danny Gregory

I know

wallpaperto.com

I know

things alright

when pleasure

on a tongue

makes talkative talk

about food,

fried crab claws

so good

at taking care of

the balanced hood

not friendly,

cold

once made mute,

not worth

of showing the flow,

the feelings tucked tight

in the mood of

taste buds…

I know

then you lost

key of ‘we’.

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Invincible

BJ's Shadorma & Beyond

Constricted

the twenty shoe holes

long laces

black twine style

invincible skip strip strong step

against cobblestone.

Note: Shadorma: 3/5/3/3/7/5

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No desire

epicwallpaperhd.com

         No desire to wilt

snow storm, ice and sleet

winter shivers mischievously.

Snowflakes' crystals growths

clung to windows screen

old damp foggy motif glee.

Big trucks, busses, cars

merge thru traffic stream

highways' veins, capillaries.

Groundhog entrance myth

hovers roofs and dreams -

six more weeks, thought, may varies...

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday

Patron

Magpie Tales ~ Tess Kincaid

As winter sun’s measured the sky

with pesky clouds

spreading its dazzling cold beams

to please a crowd...

he prefers the heart race

to the state of rescue humility;
be-bop restless measures to

ticking away the moments 
spending in peace...

still

there’s a shot in the locker!

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Magpie Tales