Literary escapades

What used to be  may never return May hide in shadows  Sleep deep inside  Where you will need  all the light of sun to see its contours  Burnt in recesses  with colors and taste unrecognized Though always there  However scared  to come to surface  And Be Again...

When touch of autumn promises the end  of scorching heat,  long days in green and blue,  the fading echo of cicadas song with skies so close  you almost touch the fabric  and brush aside clouds  to see the sun We linger outside hesitating  to go back home Prolonging the experience and hoping  This time winter  will forget to come

Some things will stay with us or go  And vanish slowly out of sight Transform reality we know  To someone's anguish or delight All memories will slowly fade To our sorrow and dismay To come again and be reborn  One freshly crisp and sunny day

Somebody shouting, roaring motors are up and about, people are scurrying around, and cicadas make this screeching sound in a desperate attempt to find mates. It's busy and loud... and lonely like hell. Inner emptiness is clouding the sky, greying it and making it cry sad tears.  Life goes about and not everyone is a part of it. We all try of course, to navigate this temperamental river, giving up and coming back for more.  Driven by hope, despair or fear to be left behind we try and try till the last straw breaks urging to let go. Does this desperate run has an ounce of a meaning? Does it help make things better for someone?  Are we kidding ourselves in a futile attempt to find significance in endless monotony of hours to be lived and done with? Cicadas are having a break.  Shiny Moon looks reproachfully down on all of us lost in a sleepless abyss  still hoping...

Introducing New Literary escapades 2 prose: 'The Big One comes on Friday' (completed) at  http://literaryescapades2.blogspot.com/

Misty         morning Rain          drops Falling           quietly

Must sleep under sound of rain And dream of things to happen Slowing down to remember Before it is too late