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  Mar 2020 Puds
Pradip Chattopadhyay
She smiled to the proposal.

I marked on paper the site
where screeching gulls
would shut out our voice
and her toes white as rice
curl in the touch of waves
waiting a freakish wind
pushing mine into hers
passing seconds to eternity.

She felt vaguely beautiful
when my shoulder held the earth
shaped like her head.

Do you still love me?
my silence questioned,
but she said nothing.

I thought I heard,
Yes.
If she returns to your dreams, her love is alive.
  Mar 2020 Puds
Pax
its the night when your
life becomes sleepless

your day might be reckless
doing things after things
of uselessness

i am tired,
no, i don't need sleep
no, i don't need rest
i just want that feeling
i could hold and hug
to where i kiss and wish
be loved for me to love back

i sigh waiting for a sign
that i am still alive
after all.
I feel so dead, feels so cold for so long..
Happy B-Day to me.
  Feb 2020 Puds
Carlo C Gomez
Light from dark
Resurfacing
Rethreading
What befell the Earth
Involves us all

Dark from light
Resonating
Reverberating
What befell us all
Cannot be undone
  Feb 2020 Puds
Edmund black
Lately life
feels like a lot
of walking
Sometimes I know
where I’m going
Sometimes I don’t
And sometimes
it just doesn’t matter ,

Sometimes the wonder
is in wandering
But every turn lead to a path
I had not known that I was meant to walk
Every path takes me to a better season
Every path leads me to a different lesson
every lesson learned leads to a better life
and a better life doesn’t happen by taking the
same path , the known path
So yes like nature I change my
path often , I challenge myself, I move
differently intentionally
Yes I dabble in danger, I take risks
Sometimes I break open the sky
just to unearth what’s underneath all the layers
Yes indeed, this courage
My courage , this realm, the things beyond
God...
The road less traveled is Devine
  Feb 2020 Puds
Emily Mitchell
Dreams flying like time
Through the skies of our mind's eye
Mysteries within...
2nd dream journal haiku
Puds Feb 2020
Through The Leaves
The Sun Allows
Golden Shreads Across
Her Boughs
While Around Her Roots
Where Nectar Reigns
There's Jam On Tap
From Marmalade Veins
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