A Story of Santosh that was entangled in grief
It was just another day, he thought
He stepped out of the house with his family to return
Unaware of the danger awaiting at the accident spot
He and his wife, children went out jolly, talking about
They got onto the bike and went for a ride as usual
Oh, Santosh, if at all you knew
Your day ends in a dreadful growl
You are broken and bleeding, growling on the side of the road
Wounded, wondered who would save his loving family lying a distance away
His wife watches from afar helplessly, two kids and her husband mourning uncontrolled
Oh, that dreadful day, will they ever forget the misery life has thrown
The death of his only budding toddler, struggling to breathe and left the world reeling
If at all, he knows the danger ahead.
His family would be living safely and securely
Santosh had to pass this day and face the pain as long as he is alive
God allowed this, and they have to let go; their sorrows and pain
Which seems to be healed but remains fresh in life, displeased
Life gives joy and sorrows; smile in your good days and cry when no one sees
Categories:
lying(a), anger, birth, books, break
Form: Free verse
my yard is a slushy swamp
black umbrella has blown away
third one I’ve lost in a week- all black and bleak
my traitorous sandals slip in the mud
freshly spread grass seed has been washed away
it will have to be replanted after monsoon season
nothing is perky or fresh yet
April is a muddy mess
confident daffodils lead the way to the season
with their cheery yellow and white faces
nothing else is alive or exuberant yet
verdant grasses are two weeks out at least
a baby robin has fallen to its death
careful nest is lying a few inches away
mud makes an appropriate grave
April is a slip and slide event
Categories:
lying(a), april, spring,
Form: Free verse
The Rich Soil Which Yields My Food
Making a living from the earth is tough hard work and it is often done in extreme conditions. The shimmering rays passing through the open bedroom window awakens me with the warmth of the sun on my face. Lying a little longer enjoying the comfort of my bed, looking out the window before my day begins, enjoying the view of the blue sky while the clouds slowly move forming shapes. The light creeps through the leaves like water in a running stream through rocks. Listen to the gentle rustle movements of the leaves enjoying the cool morning breeze and the singing of the nesting birds in the trees in soothing harmony. My dog runs and jumps on my bed with some snuggles and a slight whimper to get me to rise to another long, tedious, exhausting, hard working day that’s ahead of me.
work morning till night
hustle behind a tractor
numbing exhausting
A farm takes pride in and being passionate about growing crops. It takes a special person to be a farmer.
farmers taking pride
rich crop triumph of hard work
always gives back more
© Eve Roper 7/28/2015
Categories:
lying(a), farm, good morning, work,
Form: Haibun
Twice blessed
Once upon a moonlit night,
I kissed a girl and it was right,
With my lady there was no fright,
Cos it was Allison.
Chris said she will be moving in,
I said I’d ride her, joking grin .
Prediction true,where I have been,
Some things with me abiding.
Cuddle time, then on one night,
Between her thighs ,
Oh sweet delight,
Loving sighs,
It was right,
Inviting.
Fessing up to Christine,
She thought it was fun,
Suggested tween she n she,
I’d be the one,
Exciting.
Lying a thorn between two roses ,
Holding feeling, holy Moses,
All my Christmases had come,
Hours later comatose,
Shaking, shivering comes n goes,
Me little race was run.
Don Johnson 6-jul-11
A non chemical high point.
Categories:
lying(a), adventure
Form: Rhyme
Why do I feel abandoned, Oh Lord
Why is it that I cry in my sleep
Why doesn’t my life move forward, Oh Lord
Why is it that I only have sad memories to keep
Why do my eyes only see darkness, Oh Lord
Why is my heart bruised and soul bloodied
Why does the world turn away at my sight, Oh Lord
Why behind this hard exterior is lying a whimpering child
Why won’t a mother sing a lullaby to me, Oh Lord
Why is there only the stench of powder in my world
Why would you keep me alive, Oh Lord
Why can’t you lay me to rest inside an endless void.
Categories:
lying(a), angstme, , Lullaby,
Form: Free verse