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Lost and Found by Veronica Jorge

July 22, 2021 by in category Write From the Heart by Veronica Jorge tagged as , , , ,
 Winter. 
 Lifeless, asleep, dead.
 All is gone. Lost.
 Until the last frost melts away. 
 A sprig peeks up through the earth and winks at the sky. 
 Buds and flowers appear bearing gifts of fruitfulness.
 Year after year, spring arrives; ever the same, dependable, faithful.
 Life renews.
  
 Time passes.
 Distance separates.
 But vibrant colors burst through the faded tapestry of memories.
 Friendship. Never-ending, never-waning.
 Ever alive. 

Veronica Jorge

See you next time on August 22nd!


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Gentle Tread of Spring – 4 Haiku

May 26, 2021 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , ,

Gentle Tread of Spring

4 Haiku

redbud blooms quietly
as I sleep through last frost
at first blush of dawn

samaras tumble down
faster than I sweep, so I
let them rain on me

cardinal perches,
my heart lifts from winter gloom,
soaring as it soars

wisteria blooms
outside in soft morning light–
my soul company

© Neetu Malik


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Weeds by Neetu

April 26, 2021 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , ,

Weeds

spread out
before me

pretty white flowers
like snowflakes
on grass

they remind me of love
blossoming until plowed down

by those who seek
only flowers

© Neetu Malik



Some of Neetu’s Books

THE OCOTILLO REVIEW SUMMER 2018 VOL 2.2

THE POETIC BOND V

Buy now!
THE POETIC BOND V

THE POETIC BOND VI

Buy now!
THE POETIC BOND VI

THE POETIC BOND X

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THE POETIC BOND X

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Forsythia Blooms by Neetu Malik

February 26, 2020 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , ,

Forsythia Blooms


We meet here again
but I am alone

shielded by forsythia
behind memories
forged and forgotten
in fields that have
seen snow and rain

lain desolate 
before seasons change
and drifting winds carry
sounds of birdsong
to end winter's silence.

We meet again but
I am alone

with golden bells that
chime your presence
as they rise from the earth
warm once more.
 
 
© Neetu

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