I spot her from afar.
She is as beautiful as yesterday long ago
carrying herself in poise and elegance.
I am so eager to greet her
ignoring how time faded her colours.
Will she blush for me,
her monochrome admirer?

I spot her from afar.
She is as beautiful as yesterday long ago
carrying herself in poise and elegance.
I am so eager to greet her
ignoring how time faded her colours.
Will she blush for me,
her monochrome admirer?

The Living Poetry word prompt – Especially, Sale, Spirit
Charity ball is a perfect sale network opportunity
especially for semi drunken business representatives
All deals achieved spring from seemingly innocent chitchatting
in the high spirit of supporting those in need
How graceful you are moving swiftly in the barren land.
Your agile beauty leaps upon the mountains and skip upon the hills.
I see your elegance by the stream.
Your tender and expressive eyes are full of innocence.
How vulnerable they are!
I wonder who will deliver you from the chase of the cheetah.

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He carried two rocks in his pocket.
It started as an anxiety alleviator.
There was something about
these minerals clanking together.
Their excruciating fiction in time
grew into soothing melody.
He keeps carrying these two
now edgeless rocks
hoping his turbulent marriage
will soon be harmonious canoeing
after such long-haul conflict.
These two rocks are his hope reminder.
Just when I thought
all these have passed
tears fell
to prove me wrong
I am left
to carry on living
and celebrating milesones
without you here
You have been trapped
in that moment
which was too soon
to say goodbye
I can’t wrap my arms
around a memory
to be comforted
I can’t bid you farewell
knowingly in my heart
you still live, laugh
and cry
Self-pity is a sugar coated virus
It infects a happy gathering
at lightning speed.
Avoid pity party at all cost!
Denise’s Six Sentence Story word prompt – Mark
My heart cries out for you.
Heart doesn’t cry, human does.
Read between the lines.
It is blank!
Mark my words, ‘You are so dumb!’
Pass me the pen.
The Living Poetry February visual prompt
I wish I could catch the sweet zest
from their first release
to the lasting after effect
But
with mouthfuls of lustful swallow
they have been and gone too quickly
Is there any pharmaceutical giant
with a vision to invent a Viagra
for my taste buds