LET US NUTURE.

So much depends on

How we nurture,

The care we give,

The faith we have

The love we share...

One can revive a dying plant

See the spurt of green,

A birth from death,

Watch it bloom again,

Bear flowers and fruits

Or just be....alive!

And it is just not the

Plants we nurture.... :)

For - Poetry Jam

The Poetry Palace

http://jennymatlock.blogspot.in/2012/02/alphabe-thursday-letter-n.html

FIGMENT.

I looked up at the sky

Moon shone bright and white

I wanted to have it, thought I

What was I thinking?

That I could throw a tantrum

And have whatever I want?

Then I looked at the stars,

They flickered like lamps,

I could make patterns

By joining the dots.

I stretched my hands..

Wasn't I a fool to do that?

Earth can't meet the sky

Everything have been placed right

Some things aren't meant to be

One can have flights of fancy

Separate real from fantasy

Cos' horizon is just an illusion.

For -  Poetry Pantry # 88
           ABC Wednesday 'F'

THAT NIGHT.

He seldom took this road, especially on a night like this....no lights, not even the moon making an appearance, deserted and eerie. Except for a slight breeze and an occasional call of the cricket there was no sign of life. Boy! Was he apprehensive?

The stillness of the night was broken by a phone ringing in a distance. He was startled and then he remembered the phone booth in the middle of nowhere. He was surprised that it was working.

The phone was still ringing as he neared the booth....should he or shouldn’t he answer the call? He was drawn towards it...and found himself answering the call...

“Hello”

“Hey, lover boy! Wanna have some fun?”

The voice was sultry, sexy and definitely female.

He grinned....wow, this is what you call luck!

For - Mag 105

PINE.

Had fun flapping,

Flying, diving,

Soaring, surfing...

Oh! The drowning

Until all that was

Left was yearning!

For - dverse - Visual-eyes-ing

         The visual prompts are provided by Reena.

HALFWAY THERE.

A month since my surgery, the fracture has healed. And, now I can start weight bearing on my right leg, that too bit by bit. First, I have to walk on my toes, then a bit more pressure on the foot, then full pressure on the whole foot. Sounds easy, right? This will take another 2 months to happen. Two more months! I can’t wait!

After coming back from the hospital yesterday after my final check up...I tentatively put my right foot down and pressed my toes on the ground. My leg recoiled...the sensation was akin to a thousand pins pricking my skin. The sensation was something like an electric shock travelling the length of my leg, temporarily disorienting me. Took a deep breath and tried again...same feeling but, definitely manageable...so much better than hopping.

My daughter, who was watching me, imitated me asking if I had to walk that particular way (walking on one foot flat and with other foot on the toes) and she did this without a walker. Even, when the doctor showed me how I should be walking...he did it without a walker. And so, I should be able to do it without the walker, right? So wrong! I took my hands off the walker and tried taking a step...nothing. I couldn’t lift my right leg. And when I did lift it, I was so out of balance that I almost fell. Shit! My brain had adapted and conditioned itself to meet the new requirements of my body...and now, it again has to unlearn and relearn to adapt the new way of walking. Talk about conditioning.

I practiced it and got it right. Though I am now able to walk a few steps without walker, I am still dependent on it. My legs muscles are still weak...they start to shake uncontrollably and my knees threaten to buckle. I am just halfway through. I always preached my mom – “Don’t let your body rule you, let your mind rule your body” and now is time I practiced this.

AUTOBRIEFAGRAPHICAL.

             MADLY IN LOVE WITH MY LIFE!

for - Saturday Centus 

 Jenny Matlock has challenged us to write our autobiography in exactly SIX       WORDS!

UNSUNG HERO(S).

Saw him everyday at the park

With concentrated effort he would walk

Beads of sweat glistening his forehead

He carried on undaunted,

With a walker for balance and support....

Pity was all I felt!

Two months down the line

Now, in his shoes

I can understand his pain

My respect, he did gain.

For - Friday Flash 55

          dverse - Meeting the Bar - Heroes and Heroines

VINS MOUSSEUX.

This is bubbly

And, pricey too...

Symbol of power,

Luxury and wealth

The taste unique

Color a crystal hue.

No occasion is complete

Without this,

No victory is victorious

Without this,

Men woo women with this!

007 swore by Cuvee de Prestige

For this, the kings laid siege.

Cava, Epumante, Asti,

Sket, Panciu...

Call it by any name,

Nothing compares to

Blanc de noirs and

Blanc de blance...

THE original French Champagne!!

"Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right" - Mark Twain.

For - Theme Thursday - BUBBLES.

JUST ANOTHER (BLESSED) DAY.

The cycle of life

Day in and day out

Nothing out of sorts

Nothing new

Just routine, familiar…

Confined to home

The days are longer

Nights longest

Counting the days…

Sun rises, the arrival of a new day

Bird songs breaking the silence –

Welcome.

Kids smiling bright,

Hugging and kissing me.

Hubby snoring beside-

Comforting.

Feline family huddled together –

So angelic,

Hot cuppa of sweet tea

With a dash of ginger…

Need any more miracles?

For - Poetry Jam
       Alphabe Thursday - 'M'

FEELING SO EUPHORIC.

Entwined we lay,

Having drunk the elixir of love

You entice me with your words

Weaving erotica into them.                            

Enamored, I melt in your arms

Your fingers tracing my erogenous skin

Wrapping yourself over my elfin body

Creating a rhapsody with élan

Culminating in ecstasy

A peaceful easy feeling washes over

As we lie spent.

For -ABC Wednesday - E

     dVerse - OpenLinkNight - week 31