I’m floating, mid air.
I don’t know how I got here
I don’t know how I’m floating.
I don’t know where I am.
The only thing I know, is that I’m floating
When I thought I was drowning
from all the weight of the world’s burden.
Meh. My brain is addled.
These are prompts from Falls Poetry over at instagram. Parvathi, my bae over at Queen Talks, and I are doing them together, as per usual.
I was a star.
Bright, Shining, unblinking,
was the last thing on my mind.
But before I knew it
I was falling.
Deep into the abyss
and so far deep that
I cannot get back up.
Parvathi, over at her swag blog Queen Talks, and I are attempting these poetry prompts, by Falls Poetry.
the bright flower pales
the afternoon rays of the sun
makes me smile, always.
A little haiku, because I really do think the brightness of marigold or any flower, for that matter, pales the sun rays. I guess it’s more of a feeling than anything else.
And it’s the first time I painted a watercolour/gouache marigold! I’m quite happy with it, but I’m sure I can do better if I just keep trying.
I have a jar.
A jar of hearts.
The jar of hearts that I collected from my treacherous journey
The jar of hearts that I pick up and let inside of my own
when I lack inspiration. Or motivation.
It has never failed me.
Until one day, I randomly pulled
And your heart began to sing the tales
of me, through you. Of us.
And I wondered if keeping your heart with me
was good for mine because
my heart begins breaking.
Not very happy with the art and the poem. But eh. It will have to do.
I’m sitting still and straight but I feel tilted.
There’s a storm brewing in my head,
my very own flavour,
with lots of brine and rain to compensate each other,
with a dash of seaweed; just a pinch of death.
and maybe a little Hell;
definitely no fear. No sadness.
Only wistfulness, just a touch.
And I shall feel all right.
I really like how my drawing came out, but I’m not so sure about the poem itself.
the wind blows rippling
the silent water of the
lake and I can breathe.
You are not here, but
I feel you around me. you
are the soft grass, the
clouds that bring shade, the tree that protects
protects, the water that lives
the sun that shines just
like your eyes when they looked at
me. With full of love.
A mix of Haiku and Tanka. I had to come back to writing love poems because I couldn’t think of anything else. I also bought some fab pens which I totally love. I’m quite happy with the art work, but I know it can get better. One day soon.