Rectangle blackboard of secrets
Accepted dutifully, five petal flowers,
Lines and circle people,
Clouds of green and birds like “r”;
No price for imagination.
Black now blank, but not memories;
Images recalled frame, like a storyboard
Evoked emotions rekindle, little joys in adult life
No price for innocence.
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Wind chime flirted with
White lace curtains
By kitchen window
That witnessed quietly
Fall of milk and doused flame.
I was not burnt
But bore the brunt,
Tasting imagined flavours of crumbs and cream
That spilled dramatically
When the doorbell rang
And I stumbled…
Split of white second, a momentary bliss –
Mind couldn’t retrieve, though….
“All good?”
“Of course, just a pudding.”
Wind chime flirted, once again.
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Agile hands worked hard to toil
The family owned land.
Sheets of blue tarpaulin shaded
Young one cuddled up on tattered sheet.
Beads of sweat vanished into the parched land. But,
Water not enough to bed the seeds.
A familiar blue frame with broken glass dangled;
Bamboo held it strong. The photo meant faith.
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