Saturday, 20 April 2013

#15 napowrimo


Wish.

Words, birds and their colours,
all hues and tints and their array;
a heart dances vibrantly,
world spreads out to stars.

Deeds, sadly words and thoughts too,
they soiled it, every bit;
hearts withered, every bit,
world crumpled to shreds.

Lend us more words and colours,
meaningful, with love,
and hearts to mend this, with love.
Let the world, breath in and spread out joyous. 

12 comments:

  1. Yes, we need something for healing both victim and villain, both displaced and place. More colors, words love. Perhaps this poem's power will ring forward.

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  2. A great healing out-breath. Much comes from its heart.

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  3. Very nice thoughts and with such thoughts the world will be a better place to live:)

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  4. yes we need more words, more who wish and more action to repair, to heal

    gracias

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  5. The world so needs healing...so beautifully stated.

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  6. Oh yes . . . lend us more words, colors and love.

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  7. like a breath of fresh air, your poem is so well crafted, Have a nice Monday

    much love...

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  8. I love that ending stanza ~ I will join you in that wish for joy, color and mended hearts ~

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  9. Let the world, breath in and spread out joyous.

    This is sorely missed in the present world of conflicts. Beautifully stated Sreeja!

    Hank

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  10. If words alone cold heal this world yours would do it.

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