Whispering Thoughts

Blinding, baking, burning, Merciless gold ball, Strong as ever, It holds the fort, Guarding dusty dry days. O for twilight, wait these eyes, When the silver sliver smiles And down rains the poetry Linking with Five Minutes Friday - Mercy Linking with Trifextra: Week Eighty-Five

Rear aisle seat, Not her preference. A kiddo with his mother Seated to her left, The welcome-safety speech Lost to their fuss. While the child was deciding If eagles would fly higher than plane, She fell asleep. She woke up; To tilting wings, To dropping height, And panicking faces. Faith plummeted. Prayers rose. Her father waited at arrival. Muffled voices over hysteria Pleaded calm; Went unheard. Hands struggled To release the mask. She watched Dream-like; Too numb. The reality didn’t register. For a-minute-and-a-half. And then it was calm. Relief flooded her eyes As she made her way To the arrival. Linking with Trifecta : Week Ninety-Four Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words : Faith Linking with Saturday Centus : Salvation

Resplendent gems of loft, Thee make my spirit glow. Thee crown my being with bliss, And quench my thirsty soul. Thy shadow all I seek, For love, You tether joys to my heart. Linking with Trifextra: Week Eighty-Four

She climbed the stairs Two at a time, The shortest road to Possibly a shortest queue, Attempting to avoid the eyes That would look At little beyond Her hourglass figure And chiseled face. Eyes still turned. Deriding Her attempt Of visiting The sanctuary, Desecrating it Frivolously. “Please go through the tests first” She joined the queue. Moving with finesse, Traversing thin crowd With effortless grace, Eyes burning her back And her cheeks. “Your weight, pale skin, Please don’t participate” Her hemo-count ok. Her weight not-so-ok. She walked out, A laughingstock. She couldn’t be the donor. Just a size perfect. Linking with : Trifecta: Week Ninety-Three Linking with : Velvet Verbosity: 100 Words - Road