Wonder the Outcome of the Road not Taken

                                                                             Author: mycurrency.com

Image:   Japanese Fare Seemingly 

bare but Filling (here)

No, I have enough to come by
There were occasions I would cry
Immediate wants might be limited
Confined to those I had needed

More time I would need to spend
Suffice to survive on a limited stipend
It would come a long way if able
I would desire to be more comfortable

Choices are rightly open for the asking

Not freely at hand but enough for sharing

Scarcity determining the spread of wants

On the side of  choices but some fun

What then the outcome are the regrets

The road not taken might offer some help

Given the choice perhaps get another shot

Could have been something really hot

Would not be something overly luxurious
Having more resources but not hilarious
But just able to give back to society

Not to the point of pockets being empty

Christopher's at d'Verse: Poetics - Choices

Rosemary's at PSU's Friday Writings #42

passion he could not genuinely control

                                       
                                                              Artist Jean-Baptiste Santerre  

Image: Attractive Young Lady (here)

"by freezing passion at its blossoming"  -   Neil Carpathios

by a classic quick thinking reaction
freezing all other intruding restrains
passion he could not genuinely control
at random but sometimes surreptitiously wanting
its lethal strength neatly wrapped from view

blossoming into light kisses at his bidding

blossoming rightly to weave in and around

its likeness to an overlapping season 

at best with no recourse but to proceed

passion overwhelmed not to be cautious

freezing any thoughts of holding back

by giving in to the love of his life

Laura at d'Verse MTB - vertical-lines-of-kisses

disoriented, disabled, discomposed

                                                                                            Author: Nenad Stojkovic

Image: mind wandering (here)

it's just been sunrise 

everyone's up to welcome a new day

but a solitary soul 

mind wondering

head groggy

and mind wandering

sliver slithering downwards

at the corner of the mouth

head still spinning

disoriented, disabled discomposed distracted distraught

memory dented

the morning after

(44 words)

Linda's at d'Verse Quadrille #158

- to include the word 'morning' 

Her day had been less menacing

                                                                              Author: Photo by Alicia Savage

Image: Hanging her Woes

Away (here)

Behind the dress hidden all alone
At the very edge of the forest
Feeling discarded and forgotten
But glad not under undue duress

Contemplating what it had been
Now having seen but all in her mind
There were elements hidden lurking
In the trees perhaps not inclined

Her day had been less menacing
Obscure but peaceful and gracious
The sun-setting rays but intruding
To steal through the branches

An uneventful day to be just aware
Perhaps for the better but still obscure
But not for many others elsewhere

Grappling with conflicts and war

Carrie at Sunday Muse #244

Pollution a Curse on Earth's Surface

                                                             Author:w:WP:WikiProject Climate change

Image: The Global Warming 

and Climate Change Barnstar  (here)

basic restrains on earth's surface:

earth (was cold and dry) 

water (was cold and wet)

with bloodshot eyes red with anger

at plastics and debris in dead tummies

of one-time innocence of ocean life

also of noxious fumes unseen and unfelt

but billowing waving in the breeze

still awareness is given a pushover

considering climate change is happening

progressing in the background

and not an option anymore

mankind is forgetting the danger

the trapping of the sun's warmth

of the green-house effect 

always in conversation

still a threat

but never seemed to be happening

it is slowly creeping in though

pollution 

a curse on earth's surface

Sara at d'Verse Tuesday's Poetics

-  the 4 elements

right among the many files

                                                                                            Author: anon

Image: Seaching Among the

Records (here)

why was he there 

right among the many files
he was there 

in his own domain 

which appeared cluttered 

and disorganised

immersed in his own world
in one corner 

hidden from human eyes
realities of life around him 

spinning all in a whirl
in a way 

he was mysteriously clothed 

in a shroud

surveying 

looking up the ceiling 

often for inspiration
often times left high and dry 

and empty
but when ideas did drop 

in abundance

he would realise 

a way to his sanctuary

for he would have found it

the very file that he desired

to then sit and ponder

it was there where it was shoved

on the second shelf

years ago!

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #222