A place in the world, my utopian dream
a quaint cottage, on a carpet of green
cradled in the morning mist
the ears drench in the gurgling brook’s melody,
the vibrant blooms , the swaying trees
meandering butterflies, the chirpy birds
all reside in my friendly neighbourhood.
The idyllic surroundings weave a sublime image
a warm confluence of nature’s grandiose
the soul opens the door to usher in a halcyon aura
of bountiful peace and tranquillity!
Ps: All the pictures were taken during our visit to Poland.
In response to secretkeeper’s weekly writing prompt #139, to use the following five words or their synonyms in a poem/fiction.
She writes her memoirs
with the ink of her tears
that pour out odious feelings
on an emotionally tainted paper.
The dark side of his personality
adorns a nefarious cloak
his wounds scar her soul
leaving her heart broken.
Reeling under the shock of his callous behavior
the place holds painful memories
she makes a promise to her resilient spirit
to walk out, never to return.