A Word A Week Photograph Challenge – Arid

Linking to: https://suellewellyn2011.wordpress.com/2015/04/08/a-word-a-week-photograph-challenge-arid/ Arid are the valleys Of my broken soul Fill all the nooks and  alleys With love and make me whole My heart is dry as a bone Emotions have evaporated Melt this grey mass of stone Let love make me invigorated. Love once found then lost Left a desert behind Extracting in tears its costContinue reading “A Word A Week Photograph Challenge – Arid”

A Photo a Week Challenge: Muted

The title says “a photo” but I cannot help including multiple pictures:) Colors of life appear faded The brightness of enthusiasm is muted My heart and mind feel so jaded Red color of passion is desaturated Oh Lord, ignite in my soul a fire That illuminates the dull colors from within Bring back in myContinue reading “A Photo a Week Challenge: Muted”

Experience the world!

This poem is inspired by the following article, which explains why one should spend money on experiences, not things: http://www.fastcoexist.com/3043858/world-changing-ideas/the-science-of-why-you-should-spend-your-money-on-experiences-not-thing One day both you and I We go to the store and buy The same expensive object We both individually subject Ourselves to momentary pleasure Of possession of a treasure The novelty wears off soonContinue reading “Experience the world!”

Senseless violence

Tears of frustration Tears of helplessness As a sign of prostration Before the callousness Of those wielding power Unchecked and untamed As they choose to shower Atrocities, unashamed Protests silenced Voices suppressed Display of shocking violence Against the oppressed Why is this world So deeply divided How did hatred unfurl How was this fire ignited? There are aContinue reading “Senseless violence”

Food for the soul..

In response to “The Daily Post”: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/food-for-the-soul-and-the-stomach/ Olfactory memories strong Etched in my mind forever The hearth to which they belong The kitchen I can forget never The spices ground by hand The freshly picked herbs fragrant Could flavor any food bland Could bring back home a vagrant.. The kitchen ruled by my mother Where magic she used to createContinue reading “Food for the soul..”