Moments of Eternity/Poetry/Dreams

Zephyr Carries the Fragrance of a Piquant Dream

In Response to DEP Prompt 29/52

“Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.” ~ Sam Levenson

T he night streams into the day A sheet of breeze moves over a field of wild, like caressing hands It’s not a piece of Art, but it Evokes an emotion

I sit beneath the canopy of stars Looking at the sparkling dots at a distance Splashing light from the moon — My lung filled with dust My mind hums the muted melody Like the stars swaying over moon river No one can hear, only I can see Mind’s weight a magnet to gravity

Zephyr carries the fragrance of a piquant dream

An orb of light that blinds my eyes Every time I close them My hands clasped, I break into sweat My vision opening to a blank ceiling The blades move a tired motor

Eyes die of hope A heart lives in despair Stitching wounds with silk Abstract blood prints tattooed on my fatigued soul, opening to the beckons of the unknown….

The window comes alive The nebula float, the hiding moon A poet’s desire painting the sky with flowers — They are buds, yet to bloom In thick bunches filling azure’s green A child’s impatience, peeping eyes Hesitant to look beyond

Waiting for stems to grow strong….

The night ends. Light cavorts on trembling foliage. The river flows. And wait’s lips widen in smile…

The sky showers flowers like moon drops a veil Like the ocean sprints to touch the shore Shoals of fish swish like school children at the chime of the wind

The moment arrives from eternity’s lap Riding horses growing from the fire Hearth inhaling deep the night’s storm

My collar grows wings, flies to the cloud Where my cottage of dream rests My garden-bearing child of flowers Flowers for a child that lived within

Breaking with a yawn to the surviving light…..

The caterpillar smells the zest The butterfly breathes nectar Flies over water into the sun

The night is a work of Art.

Author’s Corner: Masha Norman rightly says,“Dreams are illustrations… from the book your soul is writing about you” and it keeps drawing till they come out of the pages and stand in front of you as real moving scenes. What you nurture inside nurtures you and and you grow together with your dreams and through the path you take to fulfill them. There was a dream I dreamt with open eyes which after travelling many miles have seen the light of the day, whatever still survives. It comes through the screen every time I open my laptop and strong fragrance of memories fill my senses — of wait, of struggle, of disbelief and finally seeing its fruition. — Soul-Bay

Thank you Dr. Gabriella Korosi Dr. Preeti Singh Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles Annelise Lords, and Dancing Elephant Press for creating this amazing writing fraternity of holding hands through words.

Hoary old trees stood around the temple, whispering secrets to each other, in soft sussuration. Sleepy cockerels crowed in the morning, and dew hung heavy on the grass….read Suma Narayan and her sharp recollections in Amazing-grace

When we forget where we come from, we send ourselves back there….Annelise Lords with words of wisdom in Where-are-you

As the flame steadies, it radiates hope and assures me that everything will be alright….story of a lamp, light and hope in Down-memory-lane-holding-my-lamp-of-love

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