Patches of lush green grasses adorned with wildflowers been growing steadily by the roadside that I normally take for walking my dog in the morning. Lawns in the neighborhood are immaculately manicured. However during the stay-at-home, no one seems to be bothered by the steadily growing patch of grass. Some places it is near knee high. Everyday during my walk I am blessed with blooming wildflowers hidden between the grass. A few adventurous ones have poked their heads above the ground. They are just beautiful. I happened to photograph one today morning. Google lens identified it as Salsify / Tragopogon porrifolius, a plant cultivated for its ornamental flowers and edible root. It also grows wildly in many places. Normally I would take a photo and share it with my social groups and that’s pretty much the end of the story. However after I took this photo today morning, the sheer beauty of the flower and perhaps the morning sunlight bathing the patch of wildflowers was constantly urging me to write something. So here it is.
Tag: touch
Race for square footage
We buy,
And then we flip,
And then we buy some more.
Mega mansions with space to
Share with none,
We surround ourselves with gizmos,
And reach out to connect to the world
With technology.
Touch, personal, discarded
In favor of virtual love,
Surrounded by trinkets,
Prisoners of four walls,
We compete in the race
For thousands of square feet.
And then we wait
For our final call,
To be confined in
A dark, windowless resting place
Six feet down under.
Memories of Evenings Past
Those golden evenings
Of days bygone
Of laughter, jokes and
Meaningless stories
Shooting the air as
Time flew
And nights took
Us gently in her bosom
Memories we carry
Deep in our hearts
Words that now
Floats through ether
Impersonal alphabets
On the screen
Leave a painful void
Searching hands
Empty of feeling
Missing personal touch
Press and Touch:Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #184
Pressed the shutter once
Her coy irradiant gaze
Touched my aching heart