I’ve started a (not-so) technical blog, and will be posting any relevant (not-so) technical articles over there. (For the times I have no poetry. Or petals). If any readers are into coding, please hop on over and give me a follow!
Thanks, and happy week ahead 🙂
If any reader is interested, please catch my latest LinkedIn post here, some insights on the power of communication 🙂
Weaving words
Painting with a pen
The paper that was undisturbed
Ripples with thoughts that have been
Offered wings
Once in a while
A book crosses my path
A book so glorious
So magnificent
That all I can do
Is breath in its scent
Revel in its beauty
Caress its cover
And drown in its pages
My life is worth the words I write
The stories floating in my mind
The prayers and hopes
And wishes too
My life is nothing without you
Uncontrolled fingers
Run across blank slates
Releasing captive thoughts
Flying wild across
Unsuspecting landscapes
I hold my tongue
I tape my mouth
I blind my eyes
But fingers pried free
Betray
Each day I live
Every breath I take
Words fall from my fingers
Color my tears
Sketch my hopes
Outline my fears
Highlight my joys
I am and therefore
I write
I used to write poetry because I was passionate and turmoiled and a little crazy and sometimes crying and in love and in lust and in desire and in temptation and in remorse and in regret and now I write poetry because
Poetry
I will be away for the rest of week, limited reception so will not reading blogs or commenting, back next week.
Take care! xo
I wrote this in April 2015. Not quite sure what I meant by a silent echo. But that’s what I wrote at the time. Maybe it alludes to being unheard? I’ll go with that 😊
