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She picked it up from the seashore.
He encouraged her,
Flattered her with indulgence
To bring back her dying flame.
A girl once again,
She brought it home
In whimsically ebullient innocence!
On the polished floor
In a faraway city
It found it hard to walk
With the load of mollusk
And made a funny sight!
It strained its ears
But there was no sound of the sea,
No saline smell in the air,
Instead the water was sweet and insipid.
It went thirsty.
The food was alien,
It went hungry.
Soon they polished the shell
And celebrated addition of
Another showpiece in their room!
The crab had at last
Found a new home.
 Jul 2019
Cné
~
Breathe the bright moments
in life and hold them.
Let them go gently
as you would
release a butterfly.
For they will come back with love.
Let love come to you
as a soft breeze finds you
in a quiet moment
in a sweltering afternoon.
Love will return in perfect passion.
Grasp passion with both hands
and hold onto it
until you have wrung
all the heat from it you can,
then release it
as a sigh of contentment.
Dwell in each moment
of contentment
as you would savor
the perfect moment in life.
Life, love, passion and contentment
come to us all,
but they stay with those
who appreciate them.
Be the one who appreciates them.

~
Inspired
 Jun 2019
Kim B
Never pretty enough
Always the ugly friend. . .
Never smart enough
Always struggling just to keep up. . .
Never talented enough
Always waiting in the wings. . .
Never good enough
Always the last to be picked. . .
Never. . .enough
Always. . .afraid
 Jun 2019
The Concrete Poet
Be the
ocean wave
that
in her mind
she systematically surfs over and over throughout the day

Be the
ocean wave that
brings her to shore out of breath and
all passionately crazy

Be the
ocean wave that
sweeps her out
into depths
she has never ventured

Be the
ocean wave


that's

always

her
one of a kind

adventure
 Jun 2019
The Concrete Poet
love them before it's over

today's today
may never
be another

tomorrow may hold words never said

live tonight like
the moon is red
 Jun 2019
The Concrete Poet
We awaken

  We stretch and scratch

Off to the shower unclothed and naked

     Throwing on socks that don't seem to match

          Drinking our coffee with a slice of white toast

Classical music softly playing in the background

      These are the mornings I've grown to love most

        Some rain and it's serenity....one of my favorite sounds

               Birds foraging the worms and bathing in the puddles

A morning of tranquility, a morning without life's troubles

   Listen for the "swoosh" as the morning traffic drives by

          Sit back and absorb it all as the heavens continue to cry
 Jun 2019
Sarita Aditya Verma
Different people
Characteristics same
The similarities distinctly evident
To the eyes
Evidently hidden
The mind agrees
Challenge
Hidden to be revealed
What’s the deal
 Jun 2019
putiira
Be someone's sunshine
and happy place
on their numb days.
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