forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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When November left

And when November left,
the cold winds brought fresh snow
to dust over the fallen dreams
and rebuild them with hope
and enchantment.

 

poetry copyright neha 2019/free image from pexels credit goes to original artist


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Happy Thanksgiving to all celebrating!

And when the feet writes letters to the heart…

of the places it would rather be,

the heart always smiles,

for all the paths in the world…

would lead it home,

where it belonged,

always.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Thanksgiving to all celebrating! May your home be surrounded by love for now and always!

 

I am thankful for all of you!

 

Neha


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Calling all Creative minds to a poetic collaboration – “When the sun rises…”

Hello Everyone,

It has been a while since I have done a collaboration … I love doing these with the poets and creative minds of this community and I hope you will all join me in this project. Please ensure to include your name and/or blog url to be included. Also, any hateful or vulgar comment will be deleted. You can add your addition in the comments and I will add each verse in the order they come in the comments. I will include your name and/or blog url after your contribution. This is great way for new and seasoned bloggers to collaborate together. If you are new to my collaborations you can see an example via this link. This will open until December 21, 2019 at which point I will close the comments. Without much further adieu, I will start us off…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the sun rises,
let dreams bloom

on forgotten meadows

poetry copyright Neha (Forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com)

 

holding on
to the fading light
between stars

http://www.kiwissoar.wordpress.com

 

Everything sublime happens
When we’re silent and still
Enough to hear it

http://www.contentcatnip.com

 

Horizon red,
Up dark blue sky,
What is a surprise!

dathaoqutrn.wordpress.com

 

This waking
from dormancy
such precious, delicate dreams
defrosting,

https://lauradenise.home.blog

 

 

When the sun rises

Shimmering shining,

Directions awaken

Rejuvenating senses,

Start a day jazzy brandished

Shining in bouts

Serendipity without knots

https://freshdaisiesdotme.wordpress.com

 

 

Parvenu possibilities proliferate
Potentialities prosper
Prayers proceed positively

musingsofasouleclectic.wordpress.com

 

 

misty whispers, dreams calling
rainbow promises
love fuels faith
in the Divine
one more day
the gift of life is given

http://www.patcegan.wordpress.com

 

 

seeds of today’s promises
kissed by droplets of sunshine
come to fruition in tomorrow’s dreams

surrealisticdreamshome.wordpress.com

 

 

Someday we might find
a place in the sun for just you and me –
perhaps behind the clouds dancing through eternity.

https://nothingbutpoetry.wordpress.com

 

 

When the sun rises
light breaks darkness
into splinters
of receding gloom,
opening pathways
where flowers bloom

https://shirleyhobsonduncanson.com/

 

 

The distant sun, a longing warmth
your soft arms wrapped tight.
The sun kissed cheek, the dimpled chin,
my shade in the light!

pulsingthoughts.wordpress.com

 

 

As a new day arise
Shots of colours
Illuminate the sky
I breath bliss
In a soft kiss

mahshiandmarshmallow.wordpress.com

 

 

straight out
of a dream
a new day

https://tomclausen.com

 

 

Illuminating the way, for all those who seek
The meaning of life, in a world so bleak
The hopefuls stare at the sun, as it rises from the deep

https://poetrytranscendence.wordpress.com

 

 

forgiveness cheers with the daybreak
new beginnings for all
let the love in

flashlightbatteries.wordpress.com

 

 

When the sun rises
I will see the world anew
Through your eyes
Through divine eyes
The blessings that I breathe in daily

https://syl65.wordpress.com


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Books

It’s endearing to trace the pages of old books
That have been read a thousand times…
you feel the love of people,
who have adored the words before you
and left  traces of them in weathered pages you now hold,
it’s like music to a writer’s mind.

poetry copyright neha 2019/ free image borrowed from unsplash, credit goes to original artist