Kon Grin Nov 12

When the world stops for a minute who
Recognises every wrinkle I drew
Where you have laid
Have you laid
But never managed to stay

(When the) night comes for our room
(And the) day drowns in sound of monsoon
You can say
Can you say
What was wrong all this time

(When you) whisper clouds of the might
(And the) sky falls loud to reveal daylight
For your voice breaks
Your voice breaks
All the mess into lines

When the world stops for a minute, will
You seek me in the silence of hills
On mountaintop
In depth of the world
But does it ma-tter still

That is one more song of my band IWALF. It describes the feelings of both composers towards their own separate relationship. The first and the second stanzas I clearly relate to the relationship that was once perfect but now broken, the third and the fourth ones are about unreciprocated feelings. The prompt lines belong to @greatbigcongratulations
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2

Sometime the day smiles
shows me it’s colour
I feel like I got wings to fly
No the blue harbour
doesn’t look to be far.
But then who would
rather sway away
when a rose
under the nose
flowers a sea of colour?

Openly the all shining punter
dropped down off the sky
painted the broad daylight
and sailed away.
Gone with the rose of the day
before my eyes.
My hands are tied
Missing my butterfly.

Richard Grahn Aug 27

Starlight is fading
As you surrender your dreams
To warm sun rising
O’er the landscape you're flying

Locked deep in your mind
In the breadth of each moment
Time drifts slowly by...

Here in the sunlight…streaming
Memories are fleeting
But the world is breathing

Your vibrant rainbow
Tosses many reflections
Gleaming in sunlight
Your deep vision remembers

As heaven descends
In the still of the morning
Dancing with daylight
The whole world is unfolding
A melody is growing

Richard Grahn Aug 27

Deep in the mountains
In the still of the evening
Daylight is waning

A whippoorwill casts whispers
To the sunlight’s vast shadows

Donna Jones Aug 15

one silent crow
flying near the sun
to get noticed

Saw a crow in sky today fly by very quietly was lovely view x
chipped tooth Aug 13

The mouth of a flower opens-
two lips part, shouting to the sun
to swallow the fields

So light pours over, and
floods out the shadows
and the wind blows
waves of green

the tree is rooted, unmoved
by the tornado of day, which
swirls into the leaves

and folds the twigs of branches
together, clasping like fingers
as if to thank the sky for
all the movement it brings.

Shofi Ahmed Jul 27

It’s a garden I saw
one propels within oneself
there was no shadow.
I saw starry rows lining up
in broad daylight, I was stunned
Yes, stars in the broad daylight!

Here I see the sun up on the high  
and the full moon in the night.
But here they weren’t
needed in the fair fare!

Shofi Ahmed May 23

It’s a coloured and shaded broad daylight.
Bring me my hourglass, my paintbrush.
Keeping a timepiece, how soon my brush
strokes become finer it is not the task.
Try once more, strike a fine chord in time,
ever ticking but doesn't make a sound!  

Let’s read the small prints, the shadow lines
on the pitch of the slit sun shines!
A dark spot in the light, some dotted lines
on a blank paper, however witty you might
describe it, count on the tweeting birds
short and cute, singing in the open air.

Light and dark the two tallies, ins and outs.
The times come and go, flowing fine.
For now, let’s take a look inside.
Tint and shade nor tone them now.
Zoom in and out, just watch them as they are.

This cool sleek shade on the sunny slate
is it a shadow, or some quivering curly hairs
or are these reflections of flocking clouds,
diligent sea eyeing deep down on the ground?
Read the small prints, shadows in the daylight,
before the show too is wrapped up.
And down the evening pool, the sun
parts away with the black swan.

The sun’s piercing rays
Sweep away all the darkness
Just daylight remains

In the cool evening of life's Autumn
inner demons desperate to release
a melancholic atmosphere so solemn
wishing to be at one with peace

In the inky blackness of the darkest night
haunted by a vivid breathless spirit
a demonic shape with me to fight
sanctuary sought but always near it

In the nascent warmth of early spring
my body meets the challenge of healing
this voyage on the big sea bringing
a fatigue inducing queasy feeling

In the lonely hours of April daylight
positive thinking to achieving my goal
watching birds in soaring glorious flight
through the windows of my soul

A confessional piece
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