Last Glimpse

tracing torn path of life,

I tickle tired fingers of words,

engrave pictures on my dead skin,

.

a glow then comes upon the sky,

spread over by dusk,

tending to me with a smile,

.

still some clouds lift to

give the last glimpse, of the sun,

so I can hear the voice of her flame

.

The poem comes into being by the rearrangement and slight editing of some of my tweets today. The “sixwords” and micro poetry tweets used are:

tracing the torn path of life #sixwords

hear the voice of candle’s flame #sixwords

only a glimpse of her smile #sixwords

tickling tired fingers of my words #sixwords

the sky had glowed all of a sudden,

even though the dusk was growing,

some clouds had lifted to

give the last glimpse of the sun #micropoetry

Be a part of my disjointed journey through twitter. You can find me at HowAnxious.

.

Image source

I am going to link it up with dVerse OLN and Friday Flash 55.

Advertisements

Ecstasy Haiku

ecstatic flowers

the green leaves swaying in trance

immersed in the rain

 ~

immersed in the rain

muddy puddles on the street

brighter everything

 ~

brighter everything

monsoon winds bring smile to lips

ecstatic boy runs

* For Carpe Diem # 252 Ecstasy.

Compassion Haiku

fluttering white wings

tears of love shed on the beings

a rain-angel smiles

a rain-angel smiles

compassion for the earthlings

makes everything right

 ~

makes everything right

colors splatter on the sky

happiness abounds

 ~

happiness abounds

her compassionate smiling

reverent heads bow

 ~

reverent heads bow

the love spreads its wings to fly

peace ensues around

 ~

peace ensues around

compassion for each other

a happy ending

*For Carpe Diem # 249 Compassion.