“A beautiful lady wearing black drapes, As though she’d just visited a funeral; In front of a natural background, She sits majestically, Like a lion its den; Her face so radiant, She attracts moths The perfect example of elegance and class, In a very mysterious…

Prompt 12:  Poem of descending syllables   Blurred Destiny One fine morning, crisp mist gathered my senses, mainly my vision got blurred, forming a fragile lens. Lens of prism, scattering hallucinations  of destiny desired once.

I wonder what happened I don’t know why… Time passes by so fast I learned the difference When to say…Yes! And when to say… No! @Maritza – Hour Fifteen

Dark street at night, a circle of light, An arch like nothing I’d seen before, Was it a portal, a wormhole door Leading to somewhere else in the cosmos? I froze. I did not think to run away I was seized in the grip of…

Green orbs stare back at me where lily pads used to be ask me what the sacrifice was for. Ask, how long before the lotus is allowed to rip through the riverbed and reincarnate. Ask, if the morning has passed, if dusk has arrived. Ask,…

Hr. 3 Prompt 15 Picture Image: Sergey Mikheev Standing on the other side Behind me is beautiful and lush Bright stars light the way I am a stranger in this place Everything is ugly and barren Darkness ahead of me Cold and lonely Maybe it…

  The unicorn world will be astonished, And we will be surprised to be in aHeavenly and Jazzy place. We can lead a gratify hour, With unexpected wishes and things In the unicorn world. It is surrounded with sapphire, This can be everyone’s desire, But,not…

Hour 7, Prompt 15, Year 2021 It was a dark winter night The scientist stood in the middle of the woods Staring at the portal his gun had just created Beyond, awaited another world A world just like the one he was in With towns…

Midnight. Velvety leaves. Tips over wine pots, and Springhill time in falls. Homes are build on top of hills. Life, love, and laughters. A passion we hold, Another purpose. Another magical vision. A mission, Thats ties together. To you, and me.    

Every day she smiles with a cup of decaf “Yá’át’ééh abíní.” (Good morning)   She’ll talk about the days of black and white photos when polaroid pictures were still new. For her in those days, the smiles came by a dozen.   She would switch…