keeping up with timelines of loss —
the cold-handed warmth
of a touch, where the waist meets
the censure of modesty —
small-sectioned, covered
half-inched skins, neat-folded
and soft-edged,
curved, light-bearing,
pinched between the nails,
silver-glinted.
the early nights (touch) take something
from all of us.
.
© Anmol Arora 2018
Image source (A Munch-Gogh Parody)
For dVerse Quadrille # 67
Yarn (copyright- me)
yarn of life,
she weaves through her old frail hands,
one day be made into a cardigan
or may be a woolen cap of a young boy’s wonder,
she remains behind the scene,
yarn slipping through her hands,
silky-smooth threads,
.
she is happiness,
she is love,
she is struggle,
she is survival,
she is the artisan,
she sits in a reverie,
her eyes focused,
as she sutures the yarn of life,
in her old frail hands.
.
*For Right2Write Prompt. Just click on the name and that will take you to the prompt theme of the week.
lone journey of life
looking for a companion
lost on a dark path
~
companion for life
my both palms in an embrace
supporting myself
* For Carpe Diem # Companion
kiss of the sunlight
the rose bushes turn scarlet
nature’s affection
~
nature’s affection
birds lunging to horizon
gentle blowing wind
~
And inspired from Kristjaan’s love haiku,
shadows of the night
hands held under the black cloak
hiding affection
~
a love is lovely
let it fly high with free wings
accept affection
courtesy of google images
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 238.
the green lines swaying
sweet gentle hands caressing
prospering paddy
*After being on a vacation, it seems I have to get into the flow of writing haiku once again. I hope you all would bear with me and support me in my haiku writing endeavor. This is written in response of the Carpe Diem # 228.
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