From a kernel to an ocean

Abrupt was the demise of one cycle

he did fight, yell ,struggle and tackle

the storm was overpowering

the ocean overwhelming


Choking and spitting the oh-so-salty water

His thoughts and visions madly did wander

From a kernel of an existance from the past

seemed like an era so long ago, and lost


Just when the mighty ocean smirked over its win

The fruition of not giving in thus begins

He wields for life and love, and all he could lose

For his own fate, now, he did chose


The re-union

For this week’s 3WW šŸ˜€

The neglect, hatred and unresolved rage
belies their exteriors, smiling like a serene sage
It is not often for that they were to meet
so in complete exhilaration – each other,greet

One feels the emotions galore,
sealed ‘neath jaws of a cramp – threatening to explode
The other sits in complete nonchalance
Showing no frenzy or a state , of inward trance

With the aromas of the cups of heaven
in idle chatter they abused time
The one left with their own emotional baggage
as the other walked away, crossing every line…

That abandoned thought

Oh look , for how steep the cliff lies
It’s harsh rugged edges, so very precise
The mind it got a wee bit dizzy
And turned back from the cliff, in a frenzy

Oh look , for how fast, the current it runs
Gradual outnumbering of odds – millions to none
The mind,it sees it’s cowardice reflection
it backs out from that watered marsh region

Oh think now, you coward heart!
An end is no good – get a new , head start
A smile, a shrug of shoulders, done
And the thought of cease – did abandon!

The above poem was an entry for this week’sĀ  3ww

The vibrant hum of escape

The lady slave in her mobile grave

Crawled and slithered ā€“ trapped, enslaved

As her impending doom , around did cape

Her mind yearned for an escape

Onto the water is her glance , transfixed,

a vibrant dream –Ā  sans glum and mist

but the fountain of fate did regurgitate a spurt

Broke open her grave! Uprooted the spud!

Off she ran to her brave new world

where the bees did hum, in full fervor

All that remained along the runaway

withering defeated wails ā€“ along the fading facade