Come read Soiba’s great depiction of “dilemma” in a relationship. Be sure you explore her Archives.
She craved respect
He coveted love,
She was a lone wolf
He was a social animal,
She admired him sometimes
He adored her at times,
She erased her expectations
His list grew longer,
She embraced rage
He surrendered to despair!
© 2017 Soiba Tahir
You may have had the best of plans for your day or your project and what you expected the results of the day to deliver and yet, sadly at work or at home things didn’t turn out as planned.
So, I thought I would provide you with an opportunity to laugh and realize things might have been worse – like it was for those in this video!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BLsYRfgHWI&feature=youtu.be
Come and discover Dorinda’s lovely grotto in “Beneath The Earth”. Be sure and explore her Archive too!
Hidden beneath the earth
In a grotto, the tide rolls in
Is this place I can call my very own
Where tranquil waters caress my skin
I watch the sunlight streaming
From the darkness of my cave
Reflections float around me
Yet, I am not afraid
Though peaceful ripples signal
The tide is about to change
I will not leave this treasure
For everywhere else is strange
Here is where I feel at home
This is where I wish to stay
Quietly listening, to the sounds
Of the water, from the bay
March Writing Prompt: Spelunking – Day 28/31
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
Come read this elegant poem “Poets Pen”. Explore her Archive too.
Poet’s pen
elixir
to my soul
saving grace
of tattered heart
vessel
purging unwanted emotions
treasure chest
coveting precious moments
release and inhale
at the same time
sanity
in a world of ink
©MidwestFantasy
03/27/2018
Come read this warm and charming piece “At This Moment” by Jane. Come explore her Archive too!
For the dverse open link, a poem written in the warm, after-supper glow.
At my feet a dog,
on my lap a cat,
in the hearth a fire,
and in the dark,
beneath a slip of moon,
sickle-yellow as it rocks,
the wilderness sniffs the night air.
I, with your presence
to the roots of my hair,
Beethoven, filling the quiet,
the cat’s purring,
the hiss and crackle of the flames,
dog’s paws running a dream,
wait for something
that may be like the end
and may be a beginning,
the final note of a sonata,
a small death, a new life,
fire-crackle, cat purr, fox-bark—
spring.
Come and see if you feel the same way about as the feelings in “Blank Verses”
The Reluctant Poet 