the days grew darker, into nights lasting longer and the horizon misted as sombre clouds dimmed dusk drenched skies.
a silvern soft gleam guides my gaze…
smoke-soft shadows drift
across fading ash-rose skies
a lone star lingers
#ash-rose skies#
#aurulent dawn#
Susi Bock’s : SenHai Saturday
wandering mists taunt
silvered mountains silent … chilled
aurulent dawn stirs
dawn unveils the mist
gently touched by golden warmth
the earth awakens
#touch of love#
Davids W3 Poetry Prompt
his
strength held
that softness
of Mother’s touch –
in shades of her, he
painted our home with love
he stumbled too, unbalanced
fell from weight he alone carried
but we his girls not once touched ground –
“his strength held that softness of Mother’s touch”
Apologises for errors in form and format 😬 the prompt says Mother and i deviated slightly- 🙏 … i have forgotten more than I remember of my mother as the years pass … and dad became our ( us sisters ) constant … walking us through the joys and pains of life.
…and if I remember my mum for her love… then i remember my dad for filling our home with it …🌹🤍🌹
Dawn’s prompt:
Dectina Refrain
In honor of Mother’s Day, write a poem about mothers—by blood or by choice. Focus on unconditional love, and be sure to include the word “mother” (or a variation of it).
#tanhaiyaan…#
Sadje G’s: What do you see
for my dad … of my dad
the nights belong to me …
words flow fluid, dipped in shades of moonlight – some darksome some silvern – thoughts inked across ebony skies.
… and whilst worlds shift and change, and these thoughts learn to understand that the moon still remains – the nights hold us close…
the light in darkness
when woven in unseen threads
still quietly felt
I …. belong to the nights…
“I believed the nights belonged to him until darkness taught me he belonged to the nights…”
the image of my dad writing later into the nights after the demise of my mum, is one my heart holds close … and watching him i believed the nights belonged to him and his loneliness … now i know differently…
Strangely enough, of his 4 daughters, I seem to be the only one who picked up his passion for writing … and share that intimate bond with the night…
… and of us 4 sisters, i am the only one whose name is moon-touched … Mehnaaz 🙃
*Tanhaiyaan – moments of solitude/loneliness
*Mehnaaz – prouded like a moon/pride of the moon
..and oops 😬 this one ran a wee bit longer…apologies…🤍
#thoughtful or less…#
Sadje G’s : What do you see
aged by the weight of passing days
the silent storms peel raw its pain
withered by woes by wayward ways
the outside world rusts and decays…
how
gentle
must that touch have been…
the
thoughtfulness
the care given …
how
deep
was such love to feel …
despite the harsh
to blossom life …
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