I don’t worry about tomorrow, It doesn’t exist yet. A famous bird once said: The best laid plans of birds and humans Often go awry.
via Only Now — Genie Poetess
I am no more, Who I was is memory’s trick. I reside on the sea and shore. The water is soothing, the water is slick; I dance on its reflected mirage. Shadows’ scintillating shimmers eclipses Colours’ wildly enticing camouflage: All matter is nature’s subatomic lightship, Flying to the source of creation ~ This moment, its […]
via Landing — Feral Poetess
The flowers that bloom, Abide above the thorns. I’m open because I’m strong. I’ve been pricked, jabbed, Stabbed;— I learned defence from Rosa’s Defenceless patience and fortitude: Weary beyond recognition, Rosa keeps her rosy attitude. She knows all things All things are subject to change.
via Perseverance — Feral Poetess
“Surrender to love.” Is love really such an aggressor That it’s something to surrender to? Love is a wild rose, That emits its scent Freely and without effort.
via Aroma — Feral Poetess
Words are Mantras. The words you speak Become a visual reflection In the mind’s eye, Overt or covert meanings: Mirrors echoing intention.
via Ripples — Feral Poetess
Friendships that wisdom crochets Untangle quickly when ill-will’s mouth Chews the threads
via Tentative — Feral Poetess
Winter winds are fierce The ice is heavy But they don’t pierce My heart is steady I’m with the one I love I’m always warm My love’s a morning dove In a sunlit storm I see the light within Every-changing form Spun by Love With its formless skin
via Waves — Feral Poetess