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 Jun 26 Aparna
angelique
I sink into the ridges of the cedar table – the last piece of furniture my mother bought for this cottage.

A table that was once home to pairs of reading-glasses and piles of books, coffee mugs and scattered paintbrushes; a table where poetry was read and written in amber candlelight, where ideas were discussed and colours were mixed - memories that now hazily linger in leftover words and shards of conversations.

Outside, fire-nettles and blackberries twine over garden beds and over the collapsed bird-bath. Windows heave under layers of vines and floating rust.

The little cottage is home to many memories that are still aglow. Memories that are held up by loving hands of cedar and cement and terracotta, held up by the books and artworks that line the insides.

It breathes, and so do I.
It sighs, and so do I.
It remembers, and so do I.
i feel a deep connection to this place, for it is alive with memory.
 Jun 26 Aparna
angelique
poetry
a universal language
a feeling and a belief
a voice for the voiceless
a mirror for humanity

messages tangled in
silken webs of thoughts
sometimes intangible
sometimes whole
thoughts that mesh with words
lilting soft
sudden deep cut

poetry
a mind heart and soul
a safe escape
in tapestries of messages and words
it is the stuff dreams are made of
tonight's inspirations:

"we are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep" - prospero, the tempest, act iv, scene one, 148-158.

"is this the stuff dreams are made of..." - line from one of my all-time favourite songs, 'second skin' by the chameleons.
 Jun 26 Aparna
angelique
lovers pouring in
traffic ebbs and flows
drowning in this sea
you would never suppose

it all seems like such a waste
one brief life one brief taste
vaporous faces drift on by
float on and upwards
through the wounded sky

oh i remember the caress of time
the crash of the waves
fingers all feathered and divine
glistening oblivion in salty blue caves

and you still look on
from long ago
head full of serpents
heart full of stone
a neverending dream...
 Jun 12 Aparna
rishita
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 Jun 12 Aparna
rishita
And it's always okay to let go of things, people and feelings , if they try to overpower you .

Eventually in the end ,the end will always be peaceful and like the way you always wanted.
The peace is within but without having anything.
 Jun 12 Aparna
nivek
responsibility for all of ones actions
is an excellent start in understanding
no-one gets a free pass.
 Sep 2023 Aparna
nivek
Seeds to winds
Summers end.

Autumn calls;
songs to sing.
 Jun 2023 Aparna
Notepad
The River
 Jun 2023 Aparna
Notepad
We all have our ways
No matter how deep it feels
Just keep going my dear
 Feb 2023 Aparna
Puds
Twisted
 Feb 2023 Aparna
Puds
In the underlying layers of green
The perennials begin to dream
In the dying scent that sweeps the air
The autumn showing signs of wear
Between a dying rose and being caught
In an eclectic mix of design and thought
 Feb 2023 Aparna
Maggie
Everything starts
As a blank canvas
Just waiting
To be given meaning
I give meaning to myself
 Feb 2023 Aparna
Jennifer
Then suddenly the storm ended
  
The chaos was over

The sun came out and shed it’s light on all the wreckage

It made the tears running down my cheeks sparkle like diamonds
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