Sure. I’ll be quiet like distant thunder. Not heard like the sirens. Seen, like a Hollywood Goddess. Silence is golden for the golden ones who believe no others should speak.

  Tasting rainbow will be fun. If the red was cherry, Or maybe red berry. If the red were fruits, Then orange will be carrot, Or maybe a pumpkin. If orange were vegetable, Then yellow will be ancy dry fruits, Or maybe yellow dry apricot….

Pleasant babbles float around; cries of demand, not those of despair.   Toddling steps on soft mats; those curious fingers, querying every item in sight.   Lovely eyes, seeking connections; the pretty ears that hear more than we know.   Colourful display of apparels; that…

The Dictionary.com word of the day for Saturday is paucity. Paucity When something is lacking or needing more when there is only a bit of any particular thing a deficit of dimes for the coin collector, a scarcity of snakes for the snake lover, a…

Ends   People will find god during loss Grief will lead them to believing in something else Anything to find meaning Anything to make it less random less painful But I didn’t My first loss turned me away Because if someone out there cares this…

Affairs of the Night Sultry night draped in a darkly sky waits on while the sulking moon mysteriously frowns still behind the dubious clouds Sultry night sighs deep twinkling stars wink sulking moon frowns once more Hour 12 @varenyas

Text Prompt Write poem about any holiday in December/early January. Christmas Time, Christmas Time and Prayers, Prayers for peace, a peaceful refuge, Welcome Light, with lights on trees, Green and white, in coloured deluge; Décor delight diversity diverted; All hope one, all call one, All pray…

Purple eggs laid on large fern leaves Sunlight dapples across their shells Tiny wings of gossamer gold Emerge just right, just when they’re told When the sun is high and the sky is blue Little fairies chip through Fragile shells of porcelain Broken through by…

A Promise & a Friend   When death owes you a kindness,  he will do it without blinking.  He will look into your eyes and  thank you with genuine earnest for the pleasure.  Death asks only  that you pay it forward and hopes you wear…

My handsome invisible baby boy I’d be proud to call you “my son” If you were indeed mine, you would bring me such joy From the moment your life had begun I would raise you with guidance and a loving heart And teach you to…