Voice singing many joyful words
So plaintive to see some dark clouds
Primal means from the clouds and birds
In the form of rising mounds shrouds
Without words think of looming gloom
Banal trills coming from the crowds
Cotton clouds bring hope I assume
In the form of rising mounds shrouds
Noise from faraway one can hear
Hope of better days as bright clouds
I see you soon to give me cheer
In the form of rising mounds shrouds
Voice singing many joyful words
In the form of rising mounds shrouds
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Light flicks skyward by the two lamps
In our ancestral home
A morning prayer in the damp
Meditate with shalom
Life might be flawed but I accept
My desire to heal as I wept
Life might be flawed
Life might be flawed
I’d be good, a promise I kept
As I fry eggs on skillet
Bread bakes in the oven
On a porcelain dish, some nuts
Breakfast for many – done
I am quite on track this morning
Waiting for what the day will bring
I’m quite on track
I’m quite on track
Preparing, frying and baking
The two lamps give a cosy feel
Grandma gave them to us
Giving us light in every meal
Give a sense of calmness
Loving memories in our lives
With us from birth till we were fives
Loving memories
Loving memories
From the photos in our archives
For: Mystical
Other “mystical” posts:
https://krishbk.wordpress.com/2016/12/09/the-mystical-chest/
https://the15thday.wordpress.com/2016/12/11/and-the-award-for-butt-of-the-year-goes-to/
https://emotionalspaces.wordpress.com/2016/12/11/mystical-a-senryu/
https://orangehairedalienorabrowning.wordpress.com/2016/12/01/snow-beauty-winter-mating/
http://www.devildollmusings.com/2016/12/12/say-im-sorry-2/
