#NaPoWriMo - 2022
Early Prompt- A line of Emily Dickinson's Poems.
In the times we live
Life has turned upside down
A disease here, a war cry there
Forever might be short.
A jotted line...
With unsaid words
Has left many broken dreams
In the pits of burning dust.
Forever might be short
As bloated egos
Control the universe
As innocents die somewhere
Wrapped in a gory shade.
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However much life tests the patience
One does find the way
Peeping from the shadows
Even in the darkest hours
Insanity rules the world
Sowing the seeds of hatred
Every heart bleeds
Voicing for peace
Entrapped are the egos as
Reality is out of their reach
Young and old desperate to
Witness the hopeful chime
Heralding a new dawn
Effervescently hoping for
Righteousness to prevail as the
Earth, belongs to all, and every life counts.
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The Sunday Muse #202
sharpened emotions
cascade in splitting images
life on a tight rope
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The Sunday Muse #202
They were friends
Those soundless words
Filling lonely hours
In silent raptures.
A woman was born
Understanding the world
Through the dancing muses
A lonely war she fought
Fighting against the odds
The world stood still.
In the periphery of solitude
Phrases, verses, words, and rhymes
Merged and created
A powerhouse of daring thoughts
She molded her dreams.
Immersed in those silent friends
Life took a full circle
When she faced the gender bias
She burned the patriarchal pages
Letting her actions
Speak louder than words.
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The Sunday Muse #201
The winter,
In the heart
Wants to melt
But, the noises around
Tighten the grip
As senseless greed
Harvests a blood thirsty few.
The image of soft earth
Fragrant and welcoming
Takes back to a timeless space
Where free-spirited innocence
Wandered, embracing nature
Seamlessly, without care.
Memories, those cherished images
Humbles the existence
As a war crazy madness envelopes
The receding horizon.
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