designs to seek for an answer

                                                                                          Author: anon

Image: An Expectation (here)

she has designs to seek for an answer

not readily garbed but aligned to the weather

not in fancy fur coats or leather jackets

but an anticipation of the unexpected

only a determination with bare means
to look for the one who left in a hurry
expanse of ocean waters to accord salvation
drawing her to search for satisfaction

braving the odds in just polyester and nylon
needling a conscience of the innocence
of one with a mistaken belief in her mind

still to be pursued that love is blind  

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #248.html - photo prompt

So much to catch up on

                                                                                 Author:  Vyacheslav Argenberg

Image:  Catching up on Lost Times (here)

I was in a hurry. I would be late for the appointment. Briskly 
walking along the block not hurrying, not wanting to be sweaty 
upon arrival, I should be there in 15 minutes so I reasoned

I took a turn around the block and, lo and behold, there she was
facing me. We were pleasantly surprised, taken aback in fact.

Then simultaneously we both lurched forward involuntarily and
hugged each other tightly and kissed just as it had been decades ago. 
She was just as sweet and beautiful as before.

So much to catch up on -  how thankful I felt
The appointment could wait!

Kim's at d'Verse   Poetics-prelude-to-a-kiss/

a whiff on the flute

                                                                                    Author: Lukasz Kobus,

Image: A musician playing transverse flute (here)

a whiff on the flute floats
in classic waves across
the emptiness
a slight rustle of the leaves 
follows suit in unison 

it sets an idyllic setting
with the immersion of melody
of impetuously unique sounds
and the music continues on

ever so slowly 

(44 words)

Linda at d'Verse - Quadrille Monday#170-music-is-my-refuge/

You reflected a moment

                                           
                                                                                 Author:  Chris Radburn

Image: Foggy Entrance  (here)       

“Life is always going to be stranger than fiction, 

because fiction has to be convincing, and life doesn’t.”  -  Neil Gaiman

You look up to the heavens above

Seeking consolation for your being

Foggy is the sky that tugs at your imagination

But this is not what you had desired

Your person cries out in desperation

Please hear me!

Sadly nature is against your will

It will not release rain to soothe 

the parched earth of your soul

You've been hurt many times

Are you to take it again?

You reflected a moment

You are now acting more rational

You had wished to draw the line across

and this could be it!

There is certainly more in life 

yet to see.

'Give yourself a chance' 

your conscience whispers

'a second chance'

Yes, give yourself a chance

'Swallow your pride' it whispers again

Life is always going to be stranger than fiction,

It works itself in strange ways

It now helps you to decide

You are going back to him

to make up!

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse#247.

Magaly's at Poets and Storytellers -friday-writings#64

Mother bird and her responsibility

                                                                                                 Author:  Stefan Xp

Image: Great Expectations (here)

the 11 of 12 given Wordle words:

heat, fantasy found movies desire dark night hand chain,

duvet (a soft quilt filled with down, feathers 

used instead of an upper sheet and blankets)

breath

Great day with the heat and cloud cover
Fantasy found  in movies very inviting
They who desire from the dark night before
Hunger registered and patiently waiting  

Mother bird at hand taking a responsibility

Flies in every now and then very much aware
Measures of love in earnest and sincerity
Chain of events enacting a mother's care

Sleepy heads in the nest show different reactions
Young people under the duvet are often reluctant

To spring out of bed with Mother's presence
A ticking off often preceded against show of objections

When dislodged from their comfort zones

Mother's sigh of relief breathed with satisfaction
There is that lone voice of moderation

Mothers to the rescue a patron of a great invention

Lillian at d'Verse OLN LIVE

MMT's The Whirligig Wordle 410

Best we meet so I decided.

                                                                                                    Author: Decha Aulia

Image: Together Again! (here)

“This year’s a different thing, – I’ll not think of you.” - Charlotte Mew, 

from her poem, “I so liked Spring”

“This year’s a different thing, – I’ll not think of you

That was what's coming, so I thought. But I just 

could not. There were harsh words before but it 

seemed these were normal. You had sounded 

so tense and I rushed  over when I got your tweet. 

I'm really so glad nothing's the matter. Been meaning 

to call but I thought we agreed to meet in a few day's 

time. That was the reason why I did not call. I did not 

want to bother you. I would call just to confirm but 

thoughts of you swirled wildly in my head.

Best we meet so I decided. I could not allow you to bear 

it all alone. I just could not wait to call you this time. I know

it may be a few more days but I'll kiss anyway for Happy 

Valentine!

(144 words)

Note: written a few days ago

Merril at d'Verse  -  Prosery- last-year-lost-love

The world whirled slowly by

                                                                                     Author: Ivan Pili

Image:  I Dream of Reaching (here)

the10 of 12 Wordle words:

changed, love, names, happy, give

picture, lines, story, curtain, alley 

The world whirled slowly by

Changed into medley of activities

Some dream of love and names to come by

And many others happy with mediocrity

Many planned to give and procure

Executed the picture with perfection

But some just failed to endure

Waited unashamedly in lines for alms

Narrated of stories to what transpired

Drew the curtain across with no bother

Not inclined to reveal of whims desired

Young couples aligned their own rudder

In a world of their own venture

Up steps in an alley pitching a wish

Time stood still pristine in nature

Have we elders not savoured such bliss?

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #246

I had great admiration for your wife's taste

                                                                                               Author:Etnografiska museet, 

Image:  A Colourful Sweater   (here)

(note - image is for presentation purposes only

not to suggest it is ugly)

that is the ugliest sweater that I have ever seen!
and you have to choose that for yourself!

I did not!

there was a whole range on display

I saw it yesterday while at the Mall
yes, she said so herself

you mean a present from your wife?
surely there's something more forgiving
the colour stands out! 
yes but. it is too bright, is it not too loud?

I don't know!

I had great admiration for your wife's taste

but that was before, not any more!

you noticed that?

I envy your dressing before, immaculate good

pattern designs, but not after you had eyes for your new secretary

yes, I think so too!
your loving wife sure knows how best to get back at you

I told you, deny..deny...!

but I have always been honest to her

keeping a good relationship is better than being honest

you don't have to be honest on certain things

so what do I do now?
perhaps we can put it to test
if you must say so, let's ask Anne my daughter 

what do you hope to get from her?

Anne will always give a fair comment

to her father!

Ingrid at d'Verse  Poetics-hidden-gifts/

I Bumped into The Night's Darkness

                                         

                                                                                                         Author: Pinterest by: @iloveblack3

Image: Shattered dreams  (here)

I bumped into the thickness

of the night's darkness

and broke into pieces
what stupidity and recklessness.

gazing too long at the blank
of nights searching for your smile
and realising it wouldn't be there
for quite a long while

though seldom do we meet
each is a memory to keep
remaining fresh like a plucked rose
kept in water in sweet repose

bon voyage to the fright
that will take her to distant shores
in her absence I'll hug the light

hoping not to break up any more.

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse#245