Bartholomew Barker from Living Poetry is the host:May Visual Poetry Prompt
She sat on the rock
Holding tight onto the memories
Of Spring in her life..
Afraid to let it go..
Coz she sees steep down the hill..
The rusty August is yet to come
She fears to wither her thoughts..
The thoughts of Spring of her life…
Strangers in a row, Strangers beside Strangers behind.. Strangers all around, Together in a coach, with bare curves of smiles, leaving one by one.. Never to meet again..
This journey felt never ending..
It went on moving..
At each stations...
Met new people..
They left when they reached
I was left to reach mine..
Tiny soldiers march on my window pane
Steady and slow, together and disciplined
I wondered why don't anyone look back
I kept my fingers, to distract
Over, under and beside it went
But none choose to step behind
Heads high and shoulders straight
Back to their homes
Back with their treat
"Quit isn't our word" said out loud
He's neither a leader nor a captain
Just a tiny one following the lead.
As I stood under the velvety blue and white clouds
I saw eagles taking their morning rounds
Leaves dancing to the rhythm of breeze
And trees swaying all in a row
Men and Women of all sorts
Tall and short
Young and old
Different colors and different shapes
Running and rushing towards
What it takes
Just to keep them awake.
Sitting on a window side of a train
Watching all the greens and colors passing by..
The poetess inside me wished
If all that beauty turned into words…
All the climbers and creepers
Like a string of words connecting to their
to give life to the words inside me..
Violet and Yellow flowers on the ground
Accessorising like a beaded crown
Weaving their beautiful green gown..
The poetess inside me couldn’t stop
Lush green mountains ⛰
And breathtaking lakes
Seas and rivers flowing with me
As I travel beside large fields and under the bridges
Over the sea and above the roads,
Meadows and trees passing by
Cows grazing and buffaloes bathing
Birds pecking and cranes flying
The huts and the bungalows and
the vast shield of sky above it
Neither its blue nor its white
The tiny rays of yellowish lights
Peeping out to bourn over the clouds
As I enjoy all this beautiful views
The cold breeze caresses my eyelids
To have a beautiful nap
But the nature says “No”
You’ve more to adore….