Chandana
@chandana.bsky.social
A drop of nostalgia added to the goblet of words, I paint dreams for the dream catcher to read.
It was a Monday, much like today, but he isn't here with me.
That evening, he had poems all over him, & I was his blank canvas. Winter was at its peak, & I felt his #icy touch gliding across my skin like a glissando.
Was love in the poem, in his touch, or in our skin?
#vss365
That evening, he had poems all over him, & I was his blank canvas. Winter was at its peak, & I felt his #icy touch gliding across my skin like a glissando.
Was love in the poem, in his touch, or in our skin?
#vss365
January 13, 2025 at 2:58 PM
This morning dawned on me,
like metaphors and similes spreading
across a verse.
A quiet nudge of unwritten words
and a ceaseless earthquake of unspent emotions.
I know it is love,
but did you feel this storm
in the calm of your dreams?
like metaphors and similes spreading
across a verse.
A quiet nudge of unwritten words
and a ceaseless earthquake of unspent emotions.
I know it is love,
but did you feel this storm
in the calm of your dreams?
January 12, 2025 at 3:43 AM
This morning dawned on me,
like metaphors and similes spreading
across a verse.
A quiet nudge of unwritten words
and a ceaseless earthquake of unspent emotions.
I know it is love,
but did you feel this storm
in the calm of your dreams?
like metaphors and similes spreading
across a verse.
A quiet nudge of unwritten words
and a ceaseless earthquake of unspent emotions.
I know it is love,
but did you feel this storm
in the calm of your dreams?
Dear Lover,
I have a bell jar full of words, and I want to shape them into a poem. However, adjectives fail to truly describe you, and my heart knows you simply as love.
I hope to share these words with you, so perhaps you can use them.
With love,
Yours always.
I have a bell jar full of words, and I want to shape them into a poem. However, adjectives fail to truly describe you, and my heart knows you simply as love.
I hope to share these words with you, so perhaps you can use them.
With love,
Yours always.
December 11, 2024 at 12:12 PM
Dear Lover,
I have a bell jar full of words, and I want to shape them into a poem. However, adjectives fail to truly describe you, and my heart knows you simply as love.
I hope to share these words with you, so perhaps you can use them.
With love,
Yours always.
I have a bell jar full of words, and I want to shape them into a poem. However, adjectives fail to truly describe you, and my heart knows you simply as love.
I hope to share these words with you, so perhaps you can use them.
With love,
Yours always.
You are the storm
that brings the rainbow,
and I am the one
that causes the flood,
but you are seasonal
and I am perpetual.
that brings the rainbow,
and I am the one
that causes the flood,
but you are seasonal
and I am perpetual.
December 10, 2024 at 4:44 PM
You are the storm
that brings the rainbow,
and I am the one
that causes the flood,
but you are seasonal
and I am perpetual.
that brings the rainbow,
and I am the one
that causes the flood,
but you are seasonal
and I am perpetual.
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the low sun inks
longer shadows prompting
acknowledgement of
the need for seeding
and watering what is
wished for next year’s
green and wild flowering
moments when what
is spoken is
what is meant
and for seasonal details
such as my broken
shovel, my uncalloused
hands and my socks
one brown
one blue
longer shadows prompting
acknowledgement of
the need for seeding
and watering what is
wished for next year’s
green and wild flowering
moments when what
is spoken is
what is meant
and for seasonal details
such as my broken
shovel, my uncalloused
hands and my socks
one brown
one blue
November 27, 2024 at 8:51 PM
the low sun inks
longer shadows prompting
acknowledgement of
the need for seeding
and watering what is
wished for next year’s
green and wild flowering
moments when what
is spoken is
what is meant
and for seasonal details
such as my broken
shovel, my uncalloused
hands and my socks
one brown
one blue
longer shadows prompting
acknowledgement of
the need for seeding
and watering what is
wished for next year’s
green and wild flowering
moments when what
is spoken is
what is meant
and for seasonal details
such as my broken
shovel, my uncalloused
hands and my socks
one brown
one blue
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the storm came knocking
like many times before,
knocking, knocking, knocking
knocking at my door
so I became a hurricane
his life never to be the same
and saw him, nevermore
and saw him, nevermore
😉
#FromOneLine
like many times before,
knocking, knocking, knocking
knocking at my door
so I became a hurricane
his life never to be the same
and saw him, nevermore
and saw him, nevermore
😉
#FromOneLine
a black and white photo of a hurricane with the national geographic logo on the bottom right
ALT: a black and white photo of a hurricane with the national geographic logo on the bottom right
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November 25, 2024 at 6:06 PM
the storm came knocking
like many times before,
knocking, knocking, knocking
knocking at my door
so I became a hurricane
his life never to be the same
and saw him, nevermore
and saw him, nevermore
😉
#FromOneLine
like many times before,
knocking, knocking, knocking
knocking at my door
so I became a hurricane
his life never to be the same
and saw him, nevermore
and saw him, nevermore
😉
#FromOneLine
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in the distance
a slow moving storm
bringing change
I ask for mercy…
a slow moving storm
bringing change
I ask for mercy…
November 25, 2024 at 10:21 PM
in the distance
a slow moving storm
bringing change
I ask for mercy…
a slow moving storm
bringing change
I ask for mercy…
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November 25, 2024 at 6:12 PM
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Goodmorning Blue sky!
Stay in the moment and make the most of it. Invest in yourself and add equal measure of rest,
peace of mind,
exercise and commitments.
Simplify!
#quotes
#quotesmine
Stay in the moment and make the most of it. Invest in yourself and add equal measure of rest,
peace of mind,
exercise and commitments.
Simplify!
#quotes
#quotesmine
November 26, 2024 at 3:28 AM
Goodmorning Blue sky!
Stay in the moment and make the most of it. Invest in yourself and add equal measure of rest,
peace of mind,
exercise and commitments.
Simplify!
#quotes
#quotesmine
Stay in the moment and make the most of it. Invest in yourself and add equal measure of rest,
peace of mind,
exercise and commitments.
Simplify!
#quotes
#quotesmine
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On a lonely #skerry she chained her ankle to the rocks, flung the key into the sea. When the serpent broke the surface she sobbed with relief. It broke her chain, dragged her down, swallowed her whole. In the monster's gullet she touched her lover's face one last time before she died.
#vss365
#vss365
November 25, 2024 at 8:13 PM
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The windshield wipers, inky vipers,
Hisses in the snow!
The destination coils
As the sky turns purple…
The night spreads like venom…
A lady parks her car by a park,
Steals a scarf from a snowman…
The destination is inverted,
She’s on the run,
Deep within herself, she goes!
©️Camellia
#poetry
Hisses in the snow!
The destination coils
As the sky turns purple…
The night spreads like venom…
A lady parks her car by a park,
Steals a scarf from a snowman…
The destination is inverted,
She’s on the run,
Deep within herself, she goes!
©️Camellia
#poetry
November 22, 2024 at 3:48 AM
The windshield wipers, inky vipers,
Hisses in the snow!
The destination coils
As the sky turns purple…
The night spreads like venom…
A lady parks her car by a park,
Steals a scarf from a snowman…
The destination is inverted,
She’s on the run,
Deep within herself, she goes!
©️Camellia
#poetry
Hisses in the snow!
The destination coils
As the sky turns purple…
The night spreads like venom…
A lady parks her car by a park,
Steals a scarf from a snowman…
The destination is inverted,
She’s on the run,
Deep within herself, she goes!
©️Camellia
#poetry
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Poetry..
Emotions within few words
Love succinctly expressed
Sweetly chosen whispers
Feelings tingle and endear
An inscription to one's heart
Poems are timely momentos
#mywordseileen2024
Emotions within few words
Love succinctly expressed
Sweetly chosen whispers
Feelings tingle and endear
An inscription to one's heart
Poems are timely momentos
#mywordseileen2024
November 25, 2024 at 9:49 PM
Poetry..
Emotions within few words
Love succinctly expressed
Sweetly chosen whispers
Feelings tingle and endear
An inscription to one's heart
Poems are timely momentos
#mywordseileen2024
Emotions within few words
Love succinctly expressed
Sweetly chosen whispers
Feelings tingle and endear
An inscription to one's heart
Poems are timely momentos
#mywordseileen2024
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I am from the pulse of the deep,
from caves that hum with ancient breath.
I am the flicker of a dying flame,
a song caught in the throat of the earth.
I am from the chaos of roots and stone,
where the unseen stirs, wild and alive.
from caves that hum with ancient breath.
I am the flicker of a dying flame,
a song caught in the throat of the earth.
I am from the chaos of roots and stone,
where the unseen stirs, wild and alive.
November 25, 2024 at 7:14 PM
I am from the pulse of the deep,
from caves that hum with ancient breath.
I am the flicker of a dying flame,
a song caught in the throat of the earth.
I am from the chaos of roots and stone,
where the unseen stirs, wild and alive.
from caves that hum with ancient breath.
I am the flicker of a dying flame,
a song caught in the throat of the earth.
I am from the chaos of roots and stone,
where the unseen stirs, wild and alive.