Blessing Or A Curse?

The sound of the flute, soothes my soul

A heartache acute, a longing uncontrolled

My body is aching, my mind is numb

My eyes are failing, I can eat only crumbs

But once I was young, my mind sharp as a tack

And life was a song, and there was no lack

I thought back to those moments, when I played with my mates

Jumping in puddles, no cares no complaints

Is life a blessing, or is it a curse?

What was its purpose, did I deftly traverse?

What were its components, pleasing or grim?

Did the Gods chant a lament or a blessed  hymn?

My mind is uneasy, my body is fading

I'm old and so weary, I'm slowly decaying

I long for some comfort, my heart is in pain

Then the sound of the flute, begins again.

~x~

The sound of the flute is so soothing and so comforting.
And those that hear Lord Krishna's flute are truly blessed.


Written for:
Poetry Jam - Age, Aged, Aging
Real Toads - Curse
Linking to:
DVerse Open Link Night
Poetry Pantry #204

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Friends

Written For: Real Toads picture prompt,   Poetry Jam - Friends
Linking to:    Poetry Pantry #202

River Kinzig  picture source: with real toads

I sit by the banks of the Kinzig

In quiet contemplation

My mind goes off meandering

To childhood reminiscence 

My friend we laughed at little things
Life carefree in the sun

So many songs we had to sing

Days filled with innocence and fun

The times we chattered whispering

While teacher's voice droned on

The scribbled notes and giggling

Cherished moments long gone

How did time go whizzing by

Our lives now half over

Long ago we wished time would fly

Now we wish it would go slower

I sit by the banks of the Kinzig

In quiet contemplation

I smile as my mind goes meandering

To childhood reminiscence 

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Sunset

Written for: Real Toads - Vignette   and   Poetry Jam - Sunset
Linking to:  Poetry Pantry #201

As the sun dipped over the horizon

It made one last spectacular attempt

To show off its magnificence

At bay the night it kept

With many hues of red and gold

The sky lit up in splendour

Each breath we drew as the patterns unfold

In silent awe and wonder.

A vignette is like a poem and personal narrative combined. it focuses on a particular moment, mood, aspect, setting, character or object. Writing a vignette can help you illustrate a certain moment for others to learn from or help you come to terms with professional or personal issues. It can also be used for character exploration. Similar to flash fiction, which is an explosive moment described with a great deal of impact squeezed into a few pages, a vignette does not need a lot of dramatic weight. It's an honest and very personal reflection of anything that comes to your mind or that you've experienced.

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