Face me foggy Monday sunrise, lean proud against your white backdrop, clouds dropping to kiss the thirsty earth. Face me…
Seasoned Sunsets
Sunset on your highway, a shimmering sunset breaking down the mountain side, going down at an awkward angle. Bountiful in…
Fire Dance
Shadows on fire, lighting up the already lit yard. It’s a broken rhythum, all the highlights and dim lights. I…
Cloudy With a Chance
My head is in the clouds, not heading Earth bound no matter my efforts. Secured tight in cotton white, a…
Fall
Sifting through the cloud,glittering white morsel. I taste the beginning of fall. The raw earthy texture churns like butter between…
We’re Doing o.k.
This is our reality. The monstrous revealing of the feeling, the truth of this all. Facing the challenges, smiling while…
More
Running towards a greater journey, scrambling to slow the speeding time. Running, speeding, beating fast forward with my crooked fingers,…
Seeing The World
Read your book, turn the pages and laugh to yourself. You and your characters, changing with the slumbering summer, dreaming…
Picture Perfect
Sweating and swearing, wobbling down the path. We defied our odds that day. That year. The leaking faucet kept pouring,…
Button from 1924
Press and hold. Pause and be bold. Little children laughing at your disdain, pressing the button over and over. Rushing…
No Laughing Matter
It comes around. Every time and again, shift in ego, a softness of logic, a hardening of a heart. A…
Halt Mich [ Stop Me ]
Do more, shadows break the blaring lights. Stop me, you won’t dare to try. I’m faster than a train in…
While Since You
It meant so much, our quiet stream of smiles. No words echoed on hallowed hallways. Simple expressions, enough. Our hamster…
You
Graced me once, it came swift. Fingers entwined and promises spoken, while muted knocking vibrated, reverbating on four walls. Graced…
Diss the Hustle
At ease and calm, dissing the hustle. Life enters your eyes while I’m photographing everything. …
Flawed ( Micro poetry) — Megha’s World
via Flawed ( Micro poetry) — Megha’s World
Looking Glass Image
The heat permeated off shadowed walkways, burning bricks, with no relief. Walking to find someplace cool, we happened upon a…
Home Again
I loved him during a simmering summer’s eve. I called to him in the cooling Autumn, when time and wanton…
Every… and I
I’ve seen the light, in your eyes, in every one of you. You don’t know me yet. You soon will.…
New Concept
Tugging under , blissful surrender. The hail pounds, whirlpool twisting and tugging us deeper within. No matter, I release my…
