constant change

          Thursday photo prompt – Fading #writephoto

                             


Calm waters of azure ocean
tsunami with violent emotion.

every lash of the salty water
hard rocks erode with lather.

Dawn slowly embraces the gloaming
migrant wings return to nest, roaming.

branches shed green coat, hook
to don a bare naked look.

fluffy clouds change shape
from lion to ape , just gape.

your tenderness fills my heart
aches for the time apart.

fleeting glance of your sunshine
disappear, bleak days mine.

there is change of seasons
for whatever reasons.

ebb the tide of longing
expose the gap yawning.

'eternal' loves fades
to stain the weakest shades.

thawing of passion 
intimacy goes into hibernation.

Change is constant
at pace slow,never instant.


           Written for : Thursday Photo Prompt-Fading. Thanks Sue Vincent


                                          

Faith unblemished.

         Thursday photo prompt – Cracked #writephoto

seeds of expectation sowed.

from the clouds nothingless flowed

into the barren field of farmer's mind.

sun set on horizon behind.

Natures oft amazes,

heavenly eyes gazes.

Green shrubs thrust out

from parched chasms, hope sprout.

egg-shell , dried foliage into manure,

from dust to dust for sure. 


              


recalcitrant clouds black bless,

ground adorns green dress.

Gratitude germinate,

earthlings cultivate,

harvest and prosperity, 

spreads fragrance of  humanity.

fires of hunger extinguished.

faith unblemished.



                    Written for :  Thursday Photo Prompt-Cracked # writephoto



                                                 




                 Also linking to  : Poets-United-Midweek-Motif-nature.

flight of questions.

I clutch the handrails of my balcony, My palm feels cold . The air is ready to drape a 

pashmina shawl.Involuntarily my palm encircles the  body of the porcelain mug warming 

the stiff fingers.The coffee caresses my tongue to slide down my throat . The warmth 

rises soothing my senses. My attention is drawn to the cobbled path below.


An automatic wheelchair slowly makes its way to the bakery. A lady 's stilettos hit the 

hard ground her hands pushing the pram with the cherubic infant sleeping blissfully.

This is the irony of life, I concluded. A pram and a wheel-chair signifying the beginning 

and near-end of life. Has anyone understood the intricacies of life? My ear aches for an 

answer.


 My gaze wanders up.The blue and golden colors intermingle spreading a serene aura in 

the sky. Is it the beginning of the day or the end of night? My mind searches for an 

answer. 


The winged couple tangos in the air hovering close to the metal antenna. Are they on the 

same wavelength? I have no answer.


My feet turn inside the studio apartment.


                             Written for Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt