Can one be faulted?

                                                                                                             Author: Lucyin

Image:  Walking hurriedly (here)

Motley of questions clouding her mind. Cobwebs clinging affecting her thinking
She is seeking for answers as to why he comes back. She hurriedly leaves the 
house thoughts still bothering her. 

She still has clear recollections of the last encounter. There she was on the bench 

teary eyed spurned and reduced to a wreck sobbing. Gritting her teeth she laments 

her hopelessness. He left without as much as a  glance over his shoulders. 

That was not too long ago about five years she reckoned. He has the audacity 
now to make amends causing her to shudder.

She could not say no as he could move mountains. What he had in mind she 
just could not fathom. She is heading towards the designated rendezvous 
keeping to the appointed time. 

Why she is complying is mystifying but she has to.  Her heart is still within 

his grips that is beyond explaining!  

Can one be faulted

Feelings taking a backseat

A human failing

Frank at d'Verse  -  Haibun-Monday- heart

Rebel Without A Cause

                                                                                             Author: anon

Image:  Drum-beats of Times

Gone by (here)

A heart throb!
You came on the scene
Made a fleeting appearance
Scared the daylights
of peers and big names

Oh! How they swooned and moan
Natalie was a gem
To hold you spellbound
Extended all the support
A pretty lass
Your following all wanting more

The known big names Hudson, Taylor
Were cast with you but you stood tall
A couple of starring roles, just!

Rebel Without A Cause

East of Eden

Written in the stars 

destined for fame

But alas,
That fateful day of September 30, 1955
In a moment of shocking encounter
The unbelievable

A disaster!
A crash, a car crash
Snuffed the young life

at age of 24 

A bright future already in hand
in the middle of the making
of Giant, disrupting the shoot
To save the day
a double was brought in

Shattered  the dreams of many
The teeny, the young and the old
A legend upon your demise
Obliterated from the scene though
but in place an icon was born
Untimely but never forgotten
Broken hearts aplenty
Chanting...

Dean, James Dean!

Carrie;s at Sunday Muse #244.

Life's Goodness in Wholes or Halves

                                                                                               Author:  Ivar Leidus

Image:  Lemons for the Asking (here)

Given to niceties
When growing up through the  years
Life had been forgiving

Now more towards
challenging times
Opening up to old age

Health-wise afflictions
slowly creep in,on the quiet
but progressively

Testing times on hold
or arrested wholly, lucky me
Work or at play one takes
the middle road

Thankful for the morrow
That offers so much for those

who strive at their own pace

Magaly's at PSU : Friday-Writings#61- such-inspiring-titles

Unwittingly they kept a date

                                                                         Author: Pedro Ribeiro Simões

Image: They stayed apart  (here)

Unwittingly they kept a date
Stealing glances but keeping a safe distance

He would love to listen to her voice
Not to endure wild gossip or chatter
but just

The authenticity of purpose, however
was not matched by the desire

to break the ice

(44 words)

Mish at d'Verse   quadrille-168/

Softly about it!

                                                                                     Author: ID 4653867

Image: Happiness!  (here)

A blast from the past
By chance prompted her
to map out a strategy

An integral part of the answer
is in his ability to synchronize
all of the visual hints
A structure of hope
in life’s offerings

She is happy with him
A tip she held dear is

to face up to problems
before they became
insurmountable
To nip them in the bud

Softly about it

It worked all the time!

Lillian at d'Verse OLN - opportunities to join us LIVE!

Perceived melancholy seemed inevitable

                                                                                         Author: Graham Hogg                                               Image:  Menacingly Bare and Monotonous (here)

Chill of winter waving hazy grey of sky 
Many resigned to less hectic of activities
Perceived melancholy seemed inevitable

Mentally prepared for 'hibernation' woes

The correlation is tweaked more

towards the impending expectations 

Winter's cold and activities curtailed

Reveals a deathly feeling

How unkind to view such an outcome

Unfairly exhorted by way of colours 

For winter will be bathed in unstained white

Monotony dampened by prolonged inactivity

Guilt feelings heightened by inability 

to counter and to expect better

Sanaa at d'Verse  Poetics-the-blizzard-of-the-self

I never had it that good.

                            Author: FelipeIbazeta

Image:  Utterly confusing!  (here)

Everything I do is stitched with its colour"  -  William Stanley Merwin

I never had it that good. I am more in a twisting maze meandering 
without directions. The day is not rightly blasphemous but sauntering 
led unashamedly by the nose. Not quite blinded by the glaring lights 
but rather just ill-prepared for the sights

Everything I do is stitched with its colour. What is life if not given a 
chance perhaps a day to recover its balance. It smells of the peculiar
brand of activity, of a boy's night out with the guys boisterously 
inclined and alive, very much like an extended family relationship.
I never had it so good

A quieter and sane nightly choice is bandied about. Rather amusing 
in the way it is accomplished. It may even be an alternative to rejoice
cuddled in the arms of a loved one, certainly a life worth living to 

counter the madness of the mornings.

(144 words)

Jade Li at d'Verse -  Prosery - everything-is-stitched

look back in anger

                                                                              Artist: Richard Burlet

Image:  Painting by Richard Burlet

 “Woman in Blue”   (here)

the 11 of 12 given Wordle words:

shoulder manifestations silence broken shuffle 

moments stand blade nearly again wraps

look back in anger

over the shoulders

manifestation of emotions rekindled

accentuated by pangs of silence

broken perhaps by shuffling of the feet

look back for moments of truth

to give credence to integrity

that to stand precariously 

on a blade of imagination 

for nearly making a big mistake

is a disaster averted

never again  to keep them under wraps

but it is human nature

to hold back a little

Carrie's Sunday Muse #242

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle-588/

Bumper to bumper

                                                                                          Author: Musyajackson

Image:  Caught in a Jam (here)

(pun unintended)

City life so they did say
Not to feel intimidated nor threatened
Part of a daily routine
Not rattled just an inconvenience

So why all the unruly behavior
Never wanting to show anger but a smile
When shown the middle finger
Avoid a tiff but tolerance for a while

Bumper to bumper

Anger stifled wheels unmoving
Just a nick at the fender
Never could take it like a gentleman
Rush hour madness

Rommy's at Poets and Storytellers United

 - friday-writings-59-wheels

fragments of his memories

                                                                                    Author: Sander van der Wel

Image:   Decidedly Depressed (here)

in for the long haul*
fragments of his memories*
old habits die hard
scalded in his thoughts for another
need we go far to take a peek
when chips were down breathe easy

he stood there thinking
why was he there 
the day he left the premises after his last paper
nature awakened with harrowing scenes
it had finally come to a boil

decidedly depressed

Laura at d'Verse : MTB finding-it-first

* links to the poems

moments in time in light shadows

                                                                                 Author Delaina Haslam                                 

Image: Alone at Night  (here)

10 of 12 Wordle words:

lake swan moon moment indigo 

absence hurt surface wings lucky

clear lake waters

a swan gliding in all innocence

moon shine gleaming in the night sky

moments in time in light shadows

of indigo and mysterious blue 

absence of trouble from where it emanates

transcends emotions sans hurting

startlingly a light mist wanting to surface

caressing soft rosy cheeks

spanning wings of change emerging

leading to a morning of softness

with luck a light breeze trespassing alongside

a romantic moment creeping in

setting a warm mood

rustling leaves bidding a share

love is in the air

MMT's Wordle at sunday'swhirligig- 404.

Linda at d'Verse :open-link-night-329/