Karmic sighs in this indigo dreamscape
show us a glimpse of a new becoming
as the wind rattles, the future takes shape
and somewhere I hear the sound of humming.
The times are apocalyptic, you say
yet there are dreams in your imagining
only time will tell as fates have their way
for hearts will never refrain from singing.
Love is the thing in times untellable
when everything else seems impossible.
© N Nazir 2022
Written for W3 Prompt #24: Wea’ve Written Weekly at The Skeptic’s Kaddish, where the poet of the week invites us to write a ‘Minute’ poem or a Shakespearean sonnet using iambic pentameter. I chose the latter, obvs 🙂
Shared also for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Lillian.
I wish my Throwback Thursday was somehow related to my poem but it couldn’t be more incongruous 😀 I chose it merely for the fact that I was listening to the Great Purple One today and it had been a while since I’d heard this utter gem. So I thought I’d share it with you too! Need I explain Prince? Of course not. What was your song of the day? ❤