Day 26 AtoZ Challenge
Past those alleys buried in time
Past those frontiers caved from sight
Past those fences that align the
periphery
Of the lost, discarded city one finds
Treasures buried – tiny treasures blind
To
the naked eyes
A
sapling in the crease of the dilapidated
Second-storey
where they had hung lush green ferns
A
random rose that buttons itself up from perilous grounds
Hum
of the bees singing to the sunshine
As
dust arising to touch the trees
The
rustling of the banyan as it greets home
The
children of tomorrow
The
faded aroma of the spices that once was held
In
flamboyant hues arranged on wooden palettes
All
that leads to the middle mansion
Where
dreams grow in bundles
Saturated
and ebullient
Disbursed
in tiny totems
Sprinkled
across each street
Named
after life’s spirited details
And
passions, love and life itself
The
horizon and the zenith merge at this point
Life moves seamlessly
in all directions.
And we have reached the final day of both A to Z challenge and Napowrimo. I can't believe that a month has gone by! Thanks to Maureen Thorson for the 30-day Napowrimo challenge. It's been quite a journey creating my fluid art and writing poetry. Thanks to everyone of you who visited and left behind an imprint of their visit and for the love and support through comments.
Do let me know your views on my poem. What do you gather from my art that you see here? Would love to hear from you. You can click on the AtoZChallenge/ Napowrimo tags to look at my earlier posts.