By whatever name

Written  for Friday Writings # 86: Glimmer

The rains have always been a real fascination for me ever since childhood, but the deluge in the past years, about the destruction it could cause has also left an indelible mark. Yet the earth wouldn't flourish weren't it for the bounty from above and my fascination remains. 

Whether a patchy drizzle 

A cloud burst, a thunderstorm 

Whether a little shower 

a pelt down, a rainstorm

Whether a severe deluge 

Or a violent squall 

The waters transformed to 

vapours, rose to heaven

and humbled came down again

By whatever name 

they and I shall call 

You arrive the same  

And I glimmer shimmer and all

Stories of Dreams

 

Written for Friday Wrtings #85 :First Lines

Inspired by the first lines of......

"By the river Piedra I sat down and wept "    

                                                 ---Paulo Coelho 

Be thou silent

I wait no answers

and as the longings conjure 

and break of their own might

The torrential rain of heavens

touching the ground 

a sorrow drenches my heart

A mountain I stand  

feeling the gale of your thoughts 

A clock ticking in the sky 

your heart beats hear I

Once your dreams

had been mine  

Now I carry the burden

of another's broken dream 

The tears that flow 

meets the river of prayer

my weeping shall be

an entreaty to God

and so solace shall be found 

* The first lines begin by the same words as the name of the novel .

Broken

Written for Friday writings # 84:Prompts Galore 

Do not 

dare tread

the broken under your feet 

They lie strewn 

here there somewhere 

in the street

The sound of broken 

glass crunching

under the bootsteps

might feel empowering

You may think 

you have boots 

But the sigh of some 

are so sharp 

they'll hurt your feet 

And ye might have to roam 

with your hurt sole 

on the same street