wooded path… into the night crickets singing Day #11, NaHaiWriMo February, Woods. (February 11th, 2013)
silver mirror in my black ceiling, why are you blank? each time I saw, my soul in you, when my heart sank. in your full smile, I found a hope, I battled my fear; tonight I need, that guiding light, please come, dear. cast away the veil, of satin clouds come hold my hand; for … Read more Come out please …
playing with words, I write past witching hour tonight with the bright moonlight; rules come, give me a fright, no muse, yet another plight, I give in, turn off the lights; muse has no time that’s right, a sudden thought set alight, an idea now burning bright, so with rules I must fight; so back … Read more Playing with words..
How can I put a word, to what excites my muse? For what inspires me, might be to her, a ruse. With each tear of pain, she writes but of hope; she writes but a future, how with pain, to cope. With each smile of joy, she writes of its cause, when inspiration sings, I … Read more Completing life..
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is ‘An Untold Story’ An untold story, I whisper … Read more An Untold Story..
tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock still knocks, on the window of my eyes. rules, my mother says: “six hours of sleep, that you must keep; switch off the PC now, go to bed,” with love; I start counting sheep. but midnight, midnight, that’s writing hour; along comes a thought, yes, I love it a lot, and … Read more Writing hour