poemsbyninotaziz

Perspective

We are so tiny, yet debate
As if the colour of the rainbow
Would change if we willed it so

Since childhood, we are taught fairplay
And to treat one another as our equal
Yet we still strive to be individuals

We have sheltered under the same
blue sky, looked out to the horizon
And gaze at the silvery moon

Throughout centuries, earth spins endlessly
And if she wobbles or shakes ever
so slightly, we give in to phenomenal fear

We are so tiny, yet debate
As if the colour of the rainbow
Would change if we willed it so

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A letter. Blood rushes to my head.

Crimson skies

As red as blood

Smells like rust

_____

The letter sits

on the window sill, untouched

Harbinger of bad blood

______

with only one look

Blood rushes to my head -

Summer is over

________

For Haikuheights and Magpietales.

An experiment in storytelling

The storyteller Part II

The moon is high in the sky this moment

I have all that I wish in this moment

The lingering scent of perfume in the air

My resolve to go vanished this moment

As you catch my widened eyes and parted lips

Time and place is banished, this moment

Deep sighs intermingle with passion
The story undiminished this moment

A tear escapes at the end of the tale
Caught by forlorn and anguish this moment

My listener sits so still, enraptured
The storyteller shall cherish this moment

by ninotaziz
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