Inspired by Solitude

Memories puddled as drops of rain hit the roads - wet pebbles and frogs.  In response to MLMM's Heeding haiku with Chevrefeuille on the topic "frog"

Squalls of wrecked emotions and tears fight within for calm; no fear - to stop the storm of solitude; sojourn in abode of peace. Wandering through rough cold path, no more depression and wrath. Mind - - nude; finding abode of peace. In response to photo challenge#168 at MLMM and Quadrille#34 at dVerse poets pub

with warmth of a kiss gently covers my body graceful summer wind My response to Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille  at MLMM

PC:  http://www.hdwallpaperup.com I am the canvas You are the artist Lend me your colours I am the canvas unfilled and colourless awaiting your touch You are the artist paint me in your feelings whet your mood Lend me your colours of love, lust, leisure and grief make me one with you In response to  Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille at MLMM.  The original haiku was written for CDHK's Summer Retreat 2017 themed "unconditional love".

MLMM Heeding haiku with   Chèvrefeuille (lighthouse) Life was tired granting her all goodness and wishes. Tremors hit her land sweeping away all that was dear, leaving her all alone. Acceptance does not come easy to us. The strong hills stood behind her, no sooner, beneath her. The swaying winds brought to her a painful song of the dead, and a wishful invitation. She stepped to the edge, a stone rolled down, a li’l thud and a cry. Her distracted self, ignored the cry that slowly raised louder. The mother in her made a swift turn. Her search ended, grabbing him in her arms. An incentive she wouldn’t want to lose. Composed, though late and hard. Her new journey began. roaring waves tower, finding path in the dark sails, a ship to lighthouse I am new to writing haibun and have made maximum efforts in crafting this. I welcome criticism whole heartedly! help me learn and write more :)

PC: www.cuded.com She is -  today -   a still log- tethered to savour, eyelids treasure – those tears, from severed memories, of the penny gush ‘bout this lavish city.  The girl she knew - insignificant, grovelling at feet; now measures her worth, with her visitor’s count. The night is sore somewhere here; beholds tears from rotten carcass - Early scavengers undressed and caressed, she now mourns her breathing death. Her reflection denies a dream the iris still holds; Past had it – a nightmare; her altered, ruined reverie, She refuses to close her eyes, but to hide dew from the last fun-filled ruthless night, where glossy lips seduced and the heart within cursed few. For mindlovemisery menagerie's wordle#150 and poem sketch at IGWRT: Words used (penny gush, lavish, girl, iris, mutable (here, altered), grovel, insignificant, count, reflection)

picture found on pinterest If eschatology were to be believed, Life were to end by now, certainly ; but here; I live and so do you, something says we’ve eons to spend. Restlessness steals peace of solitude, drenched in memories; good and odd; pushing the seams of wrapped , lost thoughts; like turning pages of an old read book. Adversities that bedraggled bonds, sudden flash of a well-kept secret, debris of broken hearts from deceived love; conducts that awarded unfair epithets - tears flow down of joy and sorrow, as glimpses from this movie are caught, I wish some edits could be made, only if some time could be borrowed! The air of grief then slowly hummed, the songs of happiness we sang then; reminding that the bad whiles spent, are indeed that keeps other times content. For Wordle#127 at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie and tuesday platform at Imaginary garden with real toads

PC: google Murky silence creeps Lightning vein through rumbling puff Wounded heart makes din