Maybe one day
I’ll open the window
and grab the Moon,
steal it from the evil eyes,
pull toward me and hide
into my pocket where it belongs.
Category Cherita
32306
slit on a dress
moves in the rhythm
of the evening breeze
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evening lull
shimmering path
from me to the Moon
Linked to Carpe Diem #1459 evening lull (yuunagi)
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evening lull
shimmering path
from me to the Moon
year after year
all hopes and dreams
get lost in pixels
32306 extended (Cherita 9)
Linked to Cherita Poets on Site Prompt 23: once upon another time
32801 (Cherita 8)
When you start a process, suddenly things begin to change and life surprises you just like that – turning a long silence into indifference.
Someone leaves but some old and familiar faces unexpectialy rise up from the oblivion.
in the middle of winter
rising their heads
early snowdrops
ringing from the hearts
like the thousand bells
around a dancers’ waist
Linked to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #17 Out of The Carpe Diem Box …
20208 – Cherita 7
22207 – Cherita 6
in vain is regret
stains of the red wine
on a tablecloth
and the feelings
lost in some verses
with the sounds of violins
22107 – Cherita 5
night on a beach
two bodyprints
in the wet sand
and the seaweed
between his fingers
trapped in a dream
Haiku
exploring the night
tangled in the seaweed
salty fingers
Linked to Carpe Diem #1222 Beach
21407 – Cherita 4
in a shopping mol
she comes in and out
asking for opinion
in front of the wardrobe
man with begs
half awake
21307 – Cherita 3
summer afternoon
drawers full of
useless little things
I clear away
a wardrobe
of past
21207 – Cherita 2
21207 – Cherita 1
Last few days I read some beautiful poetry written by my wonderful friend, a fellow blogger and author Celestine Nudanu. She introduced me a new form of poetry called Cherita that I found very inspiring. I have a feeling that I will spend this summer challenging myself to write many and many of them. This is my first one and dedicaded to my teacher Celestine 🙂
falling in love again
her verses on the screen
play music for tired hearts
something inside of me
invites old unrests
to dance
