In the quiet hum of the rising sun
where hearts sigh,
My beautiful earth gently spun,
writing a sonnet in the sky.
Spinning like nobody was watching,
My earth danced away…
Unaware of the lives it was touching,
in every part of the day.
Splattering the colours of its soul.
my earth sung with the trees
and that song made me whole,
As I felt the morning breeze.
My earth, my earth, my earth, where would I go without you?
Your poetry feeds my soul, you cast away all my blues.
Happy Earth Day!
Catching the sun before it sets,
With bold strokes of red,
I saw earth, paint the sky.
Dear Earth,
For as long as I can remember,
you have been my greatest teacher,
of patience,
of resilience,
and of strength.
My heart’s storm and solace
You scatter my prayers,
in the wind
and share it
with the cosmos.
Dear Earth,
I love you.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Happy Earth Day Everyone!
What’s the time?
Is it time for the sun to come up
and kiss the earth
and watch her blush
spread across the sky…
Is it time for my love to come home
and hold me close
and feel me sigh,
in his arms…
What’s the time?
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Posting a day late but here is my poem for Day 10, day 11 will follow!
Paint your dreams on the sky
with gentle strokes of the breeze
that caress your mind…
let your thoughts splatter,
with the wild brush of unrestrained emotions,
Open like the blue vastness above you,
let your heart fold around the curvature of the earth,
spread your love …
Paint your dreams on the sky.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Loving earth,
Spring’s heart
lay on the green grass
after rain…
evoking this feeling of comfort
buried deep within,
the soul.
poem and image copyright neha 2018
The smell of earth before rain,
Arose the tides of freedom,
chained in her heart.
poetry neha image copyright neha 2018
With sleeping echoes
of silent wishes
scattered in the clouds,
My earth slept
to the smell of rain.
poetry and image copyright neha 2018
Gently against the green,
of earth’s forgotten moors,
you carved on the old rocks,
the ancient magic of the souls,
that spread the whispers of freedom,
in your heart.
image borrowed from Sue Vincent/ poetry copyright neha 2018
In response to #WritePhoto prompt by the talented Sue Vincent.
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