Where are the little ones
Where are the little ones Far far away My home so spick and span Where little feet once ran Walls long for work of art No shrieks and points of dart No grimy soiled hands to clean Footprints of play not seen My pots and pan sit still No assembly on the window sill Silence […]
Pradnya SurveA Poet's Journal
Emily Bronte’s Journal “You have to approach writing like sex: It’s supposed to be enjoyable, not stressful. If you’re trying too hard, everything will turn out awful and your partner ( the reader) won’t be satisfied.” Mark Zacchio How daily prompts annoy! Poetry, should appear magically: Like twilight’s fragmented memory, Or, catnaps in October sun’s […]
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The Woody Affair!
Come home to the woods, The abode of sky-scraping greens, The place where every heart heals, The land of mystical dreams. ——- Come home to the woods, Where the misty breeze cleanse tired souls, The swampy soil kiss the sleepy feet, And the woodpeckers drum rhythmic melodies. —— Come home to the woods, Where the […]
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