Wet grass tickled feet
30 October 2020

Children of morrows; their cries ringing everywhere soaking Earth purple Foggy landscapes met teary eye saturated with pains of fledglings Stormy weather formed flower of life in my chest that drenched my heart red Pouring rain renewed hope in another Earth’s rise The bud of my thoughts Petals bloomed in mind blossoms of tomorrow’s world that dewy drops spelt Misty skies breathed soft whispers of promises kept Wet grass tickled feet
Reading of my poem:
Whirling Dervish – Mevlevi Sema Ceremony
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Wet”, “Bloom” and their synonyms. For rules and other poetic contributions, follow the link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/26/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-329-bloom-wet/
just superb…..👏
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Thank you Ramya ❤
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A beautiful post 💜
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Thanks 💜
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So apt for the times. I really like the image of the last line/title
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Thank you Derrick. I am glad you like it. I have been so swamped that I could hardly write. I have not even been able to read your posts for a very long time now.
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No pressure, Geetha. I know you do when you can
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I did get some time today and enjoyed your posts and your beautiful photography as well. I see you are working as a team now also for the photography 🙂
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We are, indeed, Geetha. 🙂 Thanks very much.
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