Indigo

[RR]

'yearn to hear themselves heard' Keep writing!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Meanings, meanings and meanings make all the difference!!!

[Querida]

RR

Indeed they do PP Maam

[Querida]

Unseen clouds
race across the fields
their shadowy wisps
darken the skies.

Quickly colliding
bubbling, brewing
foaming, frothing
their sombre countenances
quiver with unshed anticipation.

Rolling, roiling, they rumble
silvering shards sparkle
heeding the silent pleas
of the
Unquenched
Earth.

[RR]

>their sombre countenances
>quiver with unshed anticipation.

superb, Querida!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Ah! It is going to rain! Poetic preparations!!!

[Querida]

Thank you RR, your encouragement is very much appreciated.

Enjoy the rain for me PP Maam, as of now I only have the icier version to contend with

[Benny Lava]

The weight of the Words
weigh heavily upon me:
is that what we mean?
for you? for him? for her?
will we be immediately understood?
or searchingly asked?
will we create the meanings
that our little printed
hearts desire?
Or will we be read
only one way
each and every day?

lovely!

[Querida]

Thamizh! A wonderful surprise to hear your comments,

[Querida]

The Wind brought to her ear
a rustling arrival,
whispering its caution
and blowing her eyes shut...

"I have known you once before"
replied the faceless voice.

That was another time of blindness
in which she had the eyes of many
but could not see beyond herself...

Her fingertips traced
the new born petals
Of silky snow-white lilies
star-lighting the soft crushed velvet.

Once again to be taken away
So that another may see
What she envisioned
on the dark canvas
Of her dimly veined lids.

Her messengers remained
her nimble fingers and
the wedded thread and needle.

“Surely you must know me.”
The voice persisted...

With curdled eyes
she peered...

The Wind
hesitantly dragged
the gasp that had escaped
shushing and stirring
begrudgingly dismayed
at its duty.