suntannedapples: September 2019

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

An evening,
the slanting sun,
everything awash in the autumnal haze,
the trees bare,
magnificent in their austerity,
dignity,
a day when nothing happens and nothing goes.
The light falling on walls,
on the street vendor's nursery of flowers, turns around
and halts to focus on the temporary shadows
moving in and out.
Look up and you will see the balcony of the house,
waiting in expectancy
for someone to come and buy
the flowers with the hope that some day some lad will serenade and some lass will come and listen.

Thanks for the image, @Milan Lakić

Milan Lakić Timeline

Nelson Molina is an Brazilian painter

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

A dark night brought them close.
Streaks of light, a luminescence,
ephemeral, forms with no substance.
The world around was a ripple.
But she held fast to the rim
as he struck the chord, somewhat grim.
She leaned over and drew closer
to read the script of the song.,
He was lost, in the sound of the murmur,
the music turned the notes
into a river that ran into broken streams
that splashed, bounced, scintillated
like sparks, crystals, diamonds, pearls.
There were spaces in between
where silence, like a recluse, lived.
The exact moments for her to enter
into the flow and go, without a rudder,
with no anchor to tie her down.
A dark night brought them close.

Thanks for the image @fawzi hejazi

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There are always those who love you for no reason, see inside you only purity, do not care about what you did in the past, and do not care what you are now, just love you inside you because you are.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

The dawn came here on our shore
on the wave of the first ray of light,
carrying on the crest of her golden threads
the wealth of the sea from the abysmal depth
where the sun was hiding in the night.
From the distant horizon, miles away,
she rolled on the waves, was tossed by the fury of the wind.
Spent and tired she throws herself down
till the sun comes out and rekindles the flame.

Sushama Karnik

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Monday, September 9, 2019

On the outskirts of some woebegone town
when the sky was overcast by clouds of rain
and massive shadows
a train rattled in and from a sunshine suburb
It ushered in a dash of an irrelevant hope.
There is still an era lingering there
beckoning people to get on the train
and find the space to sleep and dream.
Get off at any platform and wander into the town;
spend the day in anonymity and come back home
before the sun goes down beyond the hill.

Sushama Karnik

Thanks for the image: Souheil Ghammachi

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May your today be as the best
of your yesterdays but not
nearly as good as the best of
your tomorrows. Always keep
the faith - all storms end...

-Soul Matters

Have a good week start

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Grace Wisdom

I like this line: " It ushered in a dash of an irrelevant hope."

Sushama Karnik

Makes me glad. Hopes should always be irrelevant. Less is the disappointment when they go unfulfilled but unexpected joy if they are fulfilled. Wish you a creative week ahead @Grace Wisdom