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  Sep 2021 Sarita Aditya Verma
Traveler
I sorely perceived
my past miss deeds
unsteadily I crawled
up off of bent knees
the road was hard
gravity strong
pulling me down
where I believed
I belonged

addictions still lingers
truth’s a higher place
living the victim role
is a detour to grace
the shadow of death
beckon the weak
life is to treacherous
go back to sleep

I’ve come to far
to throw in the towel
I’ll get this right
and help you tomorrow!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
I was head down at my desk,
it came wafting, on a whispering
breeze through my open window
like a belated bouquet of spring
flowers, the refreshing long awaited
essence of life on our planet, gentle
new autumn rain upon thirsty earth,
plants and yellowing summer grass.

No other ethereal scent is like it.
The enticing fragrance of rebirth
and replenishment.

And what a fine, long needed
gift of nature this is.
A personal impression
celebration of living
in the moment.
Grey covers the blue
A dark black blanket
Pinned on the sky
Thunderously shaking
Lacking an eye
Monstrous

Lightening danced, rapturous

Glaring at the green
Unleashing its wrath  
With a downpour
Ripping off the velveteen
Dousing the sunshine
Tenebrous
11/09/2021
Road journey brings the experience
Monsoons
Bad it says
The gateway sad
Words to tow
The server slow

502, an error true
Leaves me blue
Lips are dry
smile wry
Week after week  
I put words to sleep
Today they haunt
My every thought

Bad it says
The gateway sad
Words to tow
The server slow

Hello Poetry says
You have a page
Home is where
The heart lies
Don’t you lie
When the page is stuck
Without any luck
Poetry dies

Bad it says
The gateway sad
Words to tow
The server slow
Yet another, error 502 inspired thoughts

Last one for the night :))

Footprints evanesce

Ocean spirits undulate

***** sidle amok
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