When we are young, and our eyes see what we want to without the burden of other’s expectations of us, that’s when we live for us. No worries, nothing to stop us from dreaming what we want to. As a second grader, I used to imagine myself as a
if I cannot see the road I take; fate smiles at fading destiny I think every one of us, at one time or the other, and maybe even as we’re reading this post, feel caught in the finely woven net of time. Absorbed in our goals, we hardly notice it fly past us in our … Read more Leisure.
still night silhouette lost to desires; spring in step dreams never afar (’12. feb 24.) (Haiku Challenge) / (Haiku Heights) / (Haiku My Heart) (Image Inspiration: Source, via Google Images)
dreams unrealized seem but illusions, yet real for they got us here (’12. feb 18.) / (Haiku Heights) / (Haiku My Heart)
In humble silence I whisper my gratitude Will it reach Him soon? D’verse Poets, Poetics D’verse Poets is an online community of poets from around the world. Their feature “Poetics”, inspires a Thanksgiving poem today. Haiku my Heart Rebecca hosts Haiku My Heart every Friday at her blog, “recuerda mi corazon”. Feel free to share … Read more Silent thanks..
Like a touch-me-not Sensitive to every thought My heart folds inside . YET IT FLIES FREE WITH THE BREEZE . My heart folds inside Sensitive to every thought Like a touch-me-not It’s Thursday, #81 It’s Thursday, is a meme that comes out every Thursday and gives a theme for both poems and poetry. This week, … Read more Sensitive..