I deftly catch a raindrop in my hand and see an ocean in it when the electronic world with its oceans already exists in my palm I wonder, which ocean fills my heart with truth? I also see words forming an ocean in my cosmic mind I catch pearls from their depths and bare them for all to see They have been soaked in my myriad emotions and echo me If truth be told neither the raindrop nor the e-world, I revel in the words of my oceanic poetry. #wc6linepoetry

#wc6linepoetry

I deftly catch a raindrop in my hand and see an ocean in it when the electronic world with its oceans already exists in my palm
I wonder, which ocean fills my heart with truth?
I also see words forming an ocean in my cosmic mind
I catch pearls from their depths and bare them for all to see
They have been soaked in my myriad emotions and echo me
If truth be told neither the raindrop nor the e-world, I revel in the words of my oceanic poetry. #wc6linepoetry

Chitra Iyer

In the sky of an imaginative mind, eyes open in wonder To the vibratory aliveness of stones, dust, streams, love's dreams Words meander their way outa a pen to the lanes of similies, metaphors A new creation opens its dreamy eyes to other wonder filled eyes The paper puffs up with pride, its blankness now history The poetic world welcomes the birth of another mesmerizing poetry #wc6linepoetry Keeping my greys active.

#wc6linepoetry Keeping my greys active.

In the sky of an imaginative mind, eyes open in wonder
To the vibratory aliveness of stones, dust, streams, love's dreams
Words meander their way outa a pen to the lanes of similies, metaphors
A new creation opens its dreamy eyes to other wonder filled eyes
The paper puffs up with pride, its blankness now history
The poetic world welcomes the birth of another mesmerizing poetry #wc6linepoetry

Keeping my greys active.

marmalade ツ

don't we all find ourselves in the days and nights of paper, in the blacks and whites of poetry, just because colours sometimes take up too much of our skins, our sins, our souls? #wc6linepoetry #theunsungquill #poetry

#wc6linepoetry #theunsungquill poetry

don't we all find ourselves
in the days and nights of paper,
in the blacks and whites of poetry,
just because colours sometimes
take up too much
of our skins, our sins, our souls? #wc6linepoetry #theunsungquill #poetry

Ashu

1. I broke the bottle And saw the poet of my family night it held me in my turn to the road, To travel the lines of the paper city With the smell of air so fresh. And the poetry of dreams so fair. 2. She broke her spell, she held so long While the spring slipped off the paper Beautiful as the moon with fire. Lay down a thing of beauty And that is how she creates poetry Hushed by the moon's old scent. #wc6linepoetry

#wc6linepoetry

1.
I broke the bottle
And saw the poet of my family night
it held me in my turn to the road,
To travel the lines of the paper city
With the smell of air so fresh.
And the poetry of dreams so fair.

2.
She broke her spell, she held so long
While the spring slipped off the paper
Beautiful as the moon with fire.
Lay down a thing of beauty
And that is how she creates poetry
Hushed by the moon's old scent.

#wc6linepoetry

Ashu

I see ink spilled on my hands Twirled in the last dark water, To speak the morning with your voice, Lines of my poetry Twirled by the three words of the wind, To speak for beauty with my spirit bound. Pic credit: me #wc6linepoetry

Pic credit: me #wc6linepoetry

I see ink spilled on my hands
Twirled in the last dark water,
To speak the morning with your voice,
Lines of my poetry
Twirled by the three words of the wind,
To speak for beauty with my spirit bound.
Pic credit: me

#wc6linepoetry

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