First Rain – NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 20
As the first drop hit the ground, Petrichor wafts up from dry soil. And the eyes close down unbidden, With each deep breath taken. As the water level starts to rise, Paper ships depart...
As the first drop hit the ground, Petrichor wafts up from dry soil. And the eyes close down unbidden, With each deep breath taken. As the water level starts to rise, Paper ships depart...
One merry summer, In a small town yonder, Little Jake Miller, Decided to be an inventor. He sat upon a haystack, Thinking how to discover a hack, But not a single idea could he...
Black pools of ink, Seeps out slow, out of the tip. With each twist and turn, Of its slow movement, Across the piece of paper. Same ink dribbles out, For whoever that uses it....
Soft footsteps tread by, As the silence stretches on, Interrupted by the fan blades, Wobbling with each turn. Occasional sounds of fingers, tapping against the keyboard, Flits in as voices start to murmur, Tallying...
An eternal knot, Intertwined within itself, With neither a start, Nor an end ever in sight. Keep following the lines, And a state is reached. A trance or nirvana? It is all that and...
Half the time, life is deceived with halves, Half-filled water coolers, awaiting a refill, Half-empty box of lunch, awaiting anothers share, Half-eaten chocolate, staring innocently back, Half slept eyes, blinking out the sleep. Half...
According to Wikipedia, A clerihew (pronunciation: /ˈklɛrᵻhjuː/) is a whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. The first line is the name of the poem’s subject, usually a famous person put in...
Bits of leaves dried up and packed, Into sacks of linen with lemon extracts, Or perhaps ginger, jasmine or maybe pomegranate? Just green tea is too bland for their palate. Dipped in cups of...
A pile of pillows, Flew free from your silent side, As if on a chase for my face. Laughing lightly we start the flight, Of pillows pitted at each other to my delight. Feathers...
Life seems the same everyday, a morning and a night, Filled with all sorts, of trouble and insight. Oh! If only the days, were calm and peaceful, How wonderful life might have been, a...