Walking down the memory lane, in this shape poem.
I dream of silver stars and billows cottony,
tied delicately in bows
and sprawled beneath,
tied delicately in bows
and sprawled beneath,
Dancing, gliding,
I paint my dreamscape,
dripping my brush in
palette of life – vibrant
and rejuvenated,
I paint my dreamscape,
dripping my brush in
palette of life – vibrant
and rejuvenated,
with giggles of summer days
and warmth of winter morning,
I tie a wreath of
silken solitude,
on my door.
The moon would sprinkle
silver dust,
borrowed from celestial past,
cosmic ages ago,
when chasing butterflies with
fluffy white lambs,
was all I had to do.
silver dust,
borrowed from celestial past,
cosmic ages ago,
when chasing butterflies with
fluffy white lambs,
was all I had to do.
Memories may haunt me down,
but I would cherish and hug them,
like an old friend.
but I would cherish and hug them,
like an old friend.
Sitting by the lake
we will chat,
about years gone by.
we will chat,
about years gone by.
shape poetry…awesome!! I loved this line…i tie a wreath of silken solitude on my door. moving…
this is incredible. love the concrete shape of it.
i am amazed (y) really nice 🙂
oh teri!!!!
you always boggle me with your shape poetry.. glad to see you're getting back with all these poems!!
its ekdum fataaanggg as usual!! 😀 😀 😀 loved the cute innocent gal you have created with those godawesome words there! 😀
Love this poem. It's awesome, vibrant and so full of life.
Great job, Rajlakshmi.
http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/02/09/100-words-on-saturday-just-free-your-mind
beautiful in content and appearance.
I like your shape poetry too…really fun. Memories do become a part of our cells after a time I believe… Love yours…thanks for sharing.
Gayle
Oh those lambs in the sky… really cute and huggable…
ha. cherish and hug them like old friends..this is fun…and heartfelt…and i love the concrete image
wow! this is awesome!