A silver line!
An iota of love
a pristine flavour
one little angel
one ray of hope
one single rhyme
one letter says all
one single gesture
universe in an eye
another cloud
a silver line
one more flight
in ruthless sky
a bird in nest
warming an egg
an arrow through
an aching heart
a straight path
felt apart
a gala gait
went astray.
…irony in life are hard to escape from…it would do well to accept everything in its own stride and with extreme somberness even in face of things going haywire…
…more so because we exist in a interactive world where there are many a chance when we feel restrain getting diluted even upon our own self … and to guide the behaviour of others gets us a farfetched proposition …
…I know this is hard to reconcile with because the protagonist is always fraught with the anxiety of passing this way only for once….whereas the variables around are too enmeshed in their reservations and prejudices that … to quote from your poetry Pritts ‘…an arrow…shoots…through … the aching heart of the ‘little unsuspecting bird in the nest’ that was cozying herself warming an egg…’
…and a gala gait gets forestalled … this is the end my only friend (The Doors)…
…and this where even the blind man cries ( Deep Purple)
…these irony of our mundane existence has been wonderfully sketched Dear Pritts that it gets too hard to avoid not being 🙁 … but cheers to your writing that keep giving us the stimulus 🙂
yes. of course you can use whatever you wish to.. poetry lives longer when shared. I am honored by your interest and kind words.