Battling with work on this day of Mars
My speed increases on vital Wednesday
Thursday gets me closer to my goals
Friday, the day I make more plans
Saturday sees me sighing in relief
Sunday inspiration is a sumptuous meal.
Oh, my Monday, a day of fresh dreams.
A week-long rejoicing of the gift of life!
Prompt: Describe your days of a week
Some books are bouquets.
Each page, a flower
The more I delve, the more I crave.
The scent of prose, the nectar
of inspiration, colors of style,
the variety of characters;
natural, simply delightful.
A street dog at the gate began
growling at an hour nearing dawn.
Has it seen something invisible
or a thief busy in thieving?
Is that a ghost or a devil?
Morning with tea on the porch.
Oh, no, my bicycle is missing.
If only I’d checked when it growled!
in the lonely hills
makes me wonder
will the void be filled?
The scent of success
fleeting yet heady
like the rain that teases
never enough or steady.
Grain is a killer!
shouts Dr. Perlmutter
Eat quinoa, they say.
Oh no, I can’t fall prey
to numberless health tips,
It’s your body, take a grip.
Cut the carbs, walk more,
Be happy, stop being a bore.
A calming view
The view from the tower
shows an ocean full of power.
The giant waves break ashore
ebbing and flowing for more.
The swirling fog on the far side
gradually clears on the mountain high
Looks like all’s calm and composed
shouldn’t’ I be equally reposed?
Prompt: Write A View Poem
Raindrops on the leaves
like pearls in the vast sea
glistened in secret beauty.
Nothing can erase the sweet
memory of the silent serene
alpine forests of the Himalayas
where sages meditate in calm,
sheltered in the timeless “Aum”
.Prompts: Raindrop, Vast and Erase
Crowded market despite the warning.
To heck with the Carona virus!
Armed with masks and distancing
let’s purge it with the spirit of Christmas
They got the tree from the farm
It sat in the hallway with grace
the family brought out its charm
decorations lit up the whole place.
Not all can afford to enjoy food they love.
With nut butter jam sandwich on the plate
I can hardly think of the piling calories
yet will power pushes me to put it aside
for a tumbler of fresh orange juice instead.
Coffee or tea? not at all. Caffeine is bad for
stomach and brain they tell me. simple living
and high thinking, alas! for the age of wisdom.
A patch of sunlight
through the branches
fell on the floor, making
the room bright and warm.
Like the single ray of light
one kind word, one gesture
of care can spread joy
in the heart of someone lonely.