Promise

* Photo courtesy of Jinksy

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Look into  this  fountain
of an inner soul's cusp
with  soft  waves 
lapping slowly
as I gaze
into 
everlasting
lilts of peace
and promise for 
tomorrow  to  blow
yesterday's debris away
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Trying to be a little more upbeat with an entry for this week's In Tandem. Jinksy has some colourful stuff on offer. Go check it out!

In Tandem #8 - Looking in the Mirror

by Natasha Head @ The Tashtoo Parlour

Some days

I cannot look myself in 

the eye...

Thoughts swirling,

whirling

in chaotic reds, 

and

burnt orange memories

smelling of

yesterday's mistakes

No amount of tears

can wash away 

this jaded gray,

as blue drops

splatter across a 

face that refuses to 

own itself

deep

in that orb

of innocent eye

I see me

curled on the floor.

blink

& I'm gone...

~

Thank you to Jinksy riding the Tandem this week for a little inspiration.

I saw a lot of hurt in Natasha's picture

and it reminded me of some painful days of my own

in days gone by...

If you are interested in checking out more poems and stories from the photo prompts

go check out In Tandem and choose between the two pics. Enjoy!

My Arid Mind

dry arid plains

this I see

in  me

now.

words 

spilled into 

the forest of folks

that pay dearly for 

2 cents worth of

my time & 

brain

waves.

lush frolicking 

meadows of metaphors

spilled ripe across

their desks

while I

stare

at

a

__

blink-

ing

cur-

sor

that

begs

for

an

end

and

my

bed

...

Oh Jinksy, I love your arid plains & have been waiting for some words to spill out of me to dance across your painting. Alas, my days rob my brain of fluid motion by evening. This paltry offer I give to you, but I just wanted to say that your pictures are lovely. Thank you for offering them. If you like the image here, go check out the In Tandem site and check out some of Jinksy's other works. She has a great eye for colour! Happy Tuesday all.

In Tandem #5 - Golden Heart

Soft caress

a kiss of wind drifts 

gently 'cross mountain pass

Down the valley

to the forest floor

Lo, the hot breeze 

drives in without forgiveness.

Fresh leaves, but a memory

swept away by

Autumn promises

Now parched images

all that is left of you

as sun sets steady

behind the bulk

of your memory

I draw your lines

hold your visions strong in mind,

yet I am too small

to ever spy the

golden heart that was you

...

M'lady Jinksy

holds a weekly prompt

by the name of In Tandem.

Here,

I showcase one of her beautiful paintings

and make attempt to capture her art

in words.

If you are interested,

every week she posts 2 pictures

on Wednesday

and leaves a link open for the week

for inspiration to flow

amongst others.

Enjoy!