Poem73.Happy To Call It A Dream

Happy To Call It A Dream

Walking, walking,

dreamily , calmly,

just going,

aimlessly.

 

Deserted area,

nearby calm sea,

wind blowing,

just walking.

Speeding cycle,

suddenly she saw,

at a distance,

and wished to call.

Thunder sudden;

made her turn,

what she saw,

made her churn.

The sea was rising,

eating the land,

eagerly coming,

to take her hand.

Wanted to shout,

no voice came out,

death, the thought,

strike her just.

Suffocation
lack of air

Struggling

Deep blackness.

Sudden shaking ,

heard him ask

"what happened"

realized, not dead.

Touch by hands of death,

shook me inside out,

Spared out this time;

so, happy to call it a dream.

Remembering the beautiful words of  Robert Frost

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. "

Entering for Magpietales "Mag 91"  where we have to write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as your inspiration.

Poem72.The Truths

The Truths

Sitting in my grave
yet won't recognize
one shovel mud per day
or one per one minute.

The rates only differs
the task is the same
you dance be happy
cry or hate you do.

Whatever or whichever
however you have to
ought to will do
fill , your grave.

You hate or love the thought
the fact remains the same
each sec takes you more
complete towards your goal.

You negate ,say not the case
but one day you have to leave
all the whims, and fancies
which you call yours.

Birth death, the truths
mankind like to avoid.
Birth you can control
death, can you stop???