On the road to…

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200th post, Album, Almanac, Collection, Double century, Future, Magpie, Memory, Milestone, Past, Photograph

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Was it two centuries past
Or just few moments ago
When did I first let go
Seems like a memory lost

Caught in rusty sepia hues
Grainy and slightly scratched
Tears and grins here are etched
Without remorse or rues

Preserved in frames of wood
Behind thin sheets of glass
Or on paper cheap and crass
Or stashed under the hood

It could just be a picture
A still fragment of time
Or condensed into a rhyme
It could be sacred scripture

And so, as I sit and stare
I reflect on where it began
Two hundred strokes I swam
And yet I’m hardly there…

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**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 49… Please do check it out and indulge in other amazing takes on this picture prompt.. This prompt has a special meaning in it for me.. You’ll see why…**

***This also marks my 200th post in this amazing world of blogging.. (and hence the reference to ‘two hundred’ & ‘two centuries’ in the poem :)) A huge and sincere THANK YOU to all my readers and supporters… Without your love and encouragement, I could have never made it to this point…I hope to continue this beautiful journey with you as my fellow travelers… Will you?***

Encore…

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Day, Friday Flash 55, Future, New Year, Night, Old year, Past, Present, Wiped clean, Year, Yet again

Image shot by me

Another night so clear
Gently drifting by
I wipe her parting tear
And bid her goodbye

A fresh day now here
Waits with arms outstretched
I slowly daub and smear
A past that was etched

All that I most revere
I hold closest to me
And dust off every fear
A new horizon I see

 

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**Posted for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55… Do check the amazing stories/poems written in EXACTLY 55 words…**

Unearthed!

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Friday Flash 55, Future, Magpie Tales, New Year, Old year, Past, Present, Wiped clean, Year, Yet again

Image Credits - Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

Frenzied, I dug
Till I felt smug
Hearing a clank
My anxiety sank

‘Neath muddy fear
Sat a new year
Waiting to be found
Unwrapped, unwound

He smiled at me
With eyes heavenly
I forgot my woes
And turned rose

Immersed in love
I took off my glove
Extended an arm
And felt his palm

 

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**Posted for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55, and for Magpie Tales – Week 46… Do check these out for some amazing stories/poems…**

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR to all!!!! 🙂

The “real” identity

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Comparison, Future, ID, Identity, Past, Poetry, Present, Proper use

Who are you?

You are a tune
To which we dance
A fall we’ll take
with every wrong stance

Who are you?

You are a wave
When I’m your shore
Your ebbs and tides
After long, are a bore…

Who are you?

You are a phone
With no network
With no calls to offer
No text, no perk!

Who are you?

You are what was
In the chasm of time
Lusting for you
Is only a crime

Who are you?

You are a mirror
With a special gift
On using you right
Tomorrow could be a lift