PURPLE LATCHES: Seashells In Sand

Friday, May 13, 2011

Seashells In Sand

My mind isn’t buried like seashells in sand
Ink spots of reflection become my pen in hand
A glimmer of light becomes my only command
A taste of life becomes my only stand

4 comments:

Balachandran V said...: Great to see your posts after a long time!; May 13, 2011 at 8:02 PM
Sandy said...: Great to see you here at my site after so long. I won't even go in to the things that have been going on with me...Hey Bala...; May 13, 2011 at 8:14 PM
anilkurup59 said...: "Glimmer of light" or glimmer of hope? Good to read your verses after a long time.; May 14, 2011 at 10:54 AM
Sandy said...: I think any sort of glimmer is a good thing..Don't you? Light if in the dark and hope if one needs whatever it may be..........; May 14, 2011 at 12:17 PM

ERASE ME FROM THE BOTTOM

Each drop of ink brings an unraveling page. I am wrapped in thoughts of sepia. I am drawn from tiny eternities lying in wait. They peer at me from every corner of my fingertips. I watch as you walk through the threshold toward me. You slowly unlatch me like a locked door. I back away from the edges of my ink stains. I can not find my way out of this layer of paper. Outside, the wind is howling but not a leaf will fall because I did not deem it so. I did not write it nor did I willingly sketch it in place. My hands are mortal and seek revenge. I will dress them with nothing more than a ring of thought. I’ll watch you from chasm’s ledge as you erase me from the bottom……………

Barren

What then, shall I say? No longer can I button my mentations inside a circle of yellow? Inquire not of this circle for it lies within my domain....one that mimics the sun wearing the face of many ideas. You, on the other hand, sit upon your window sill, of nonchalance, while I stand at a fork of questions... a pathway of many wishes, thoughts, regrets and portentous ramblings. Shall I drown inside my own madness without the hand of regeneration? Grant these wishes so that my thoughts may become tomorrow's reality... Let not this dry place consume me I implore thee... I, like a woman barren, speak of fulfillment.

Life and The Tea Party

Life is not a tea party. We are plagued with fitful sleep; nights of unwanted dreams( now what is in the stimulus package) that demand payment; a cup of reality dished out in increments called hours in a day. We get up each day to sail through the things that make us responsible. We say the right words at the right time. We go to great lengths to acquire the right amount of education so that we may become the right person......(you know the reference.... they sit up all hours of the night writing new health care plans) For whom are we right? ( Democrats, Republicans, Third Parties) We all have an agenda don't we? We all have an opinion. We all know the answers, ask any political action committee, and we will settle it once and for all at the next Tea Party... Whoops...someone got booted from the BIG TEA PARTY`````` Big split inside Tea Party movement

If Only

Friday, May 13, 2011

Seashells In Sand

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