I have a lump in my breast And it hurts when I touch it I experience needle-stabbing pains And diaphragmatic breathing gives no relief I lie awake at night and watch the moon With negative thoughts gnawing at my mind Deep inside my heart I do panic…

I was fondly remembering… When I was sixteen The mango trees in my backyard And the wonderful countryside was so lush and green; The untouched beauty of nature, The chorus of birds at dawn, Beside a beautiful rocky waterfall And a million shades of sky, From…

She got into her wedding gown, She wore beautiful flowers in her hair, She carried magical secrets in her eyes, Together they walked down the aisle, She received a warm welcome, As they entered a new life, She was now someone’s wife.   She left…

Referring to first image in the given prompt.   I am a bird in a gilded cage, I look astonishingly at the sky, I try to understand deep within me, How does it feel to fly? The chirping of the birds flying over the lake,…

Did I ever tell you, my mother? Your heart is an ocean of love, You fill my life with all the rainbow colours, You always protect me against life’s blowing winds, You are my blanket of warmth. Did I ever tell you, my mother? Your…

Johnny and Cash loved the sunset People loved watching them Sitting on huge rocks as the tides pulled back Watching the sunset in its glorious orangy reddish hue People marveled at that too One day Johnny came alone People wondered why Cash had gone to…

A day when you relax, You just sit next to a window, And maybe chase a passing cloud, You don’t think about the next hour, Or an hour that just passed. You hold a good book, Read page after page for hours, Live a character…

Five years, light and laughter fill my eyes. Airy and breathy, like feathers floating upon the wind. Hope swells like cresting ocean waves and dreams rise higher than the desert mountain tops of memory. The stars and moon never out of reach for the innocent…

Clarity rings through the darkness of induced sleep. The fog of yesterday clinging to the present day. It has no hold, it has no sway, just a whiff of ancient smells. See, hear, feel, know what has changed, know what has always been. Searching for…

Le Artiste for Donald At the age of five I ceased to be afraid of monsters under my bed At the old house My Uncle Donald, an artist, Chased my brother and I for hours It was a game Laughter bubbled from our throats and…