Scorched

Entwining  into a

fragmentary  essence,

at a juncture in time,

She met herself under

the scorched branches

of an oak tree,torrid

sun at it’s glory,wrathfully

blinding the stretch.

Earth  whirled  draped red,

molten sands anticipated for

drizzles of ethereal grace,

transmuting into a Canaan.

Converging the scattered

trails of today into worthy

harvest for the morrow.

She concealed in hope.

under the ailing milieu.

About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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5 Responses to Scorched

  1. Honorable Poetess Piusha Singh,

    Your above simple and short poem refers, Though, may be both by intensively as well as intentionally, a silence prevails and exists in your writings and poetry aptitudes, which may contribute a good and positive output, then I will be the happiest man, not a Poet as such in this universe, If we are very particular and strong enough about dreaming our awakening into being and creating a peaceful, loving earth in which the heart, spirit and soul are the only true leaders, we must continue to keep our focus on thoughts of unity and all that truly brings us together, both in a universal love across the divine borders of God’s own palace,
    I still keep on wondering how many of us had caught in the discrepancy between what was sung in life’s tune and how we were singing it with any rhythms, I felt relief in acknowledging quarrel, sorrow, sin, loneliness, tempest, enemies, woe, and trials, but we seemed to bounce over both the sorrow and the hope with a mood of exuberant, smiling keenness.
    We fear the solemn and appear to hold sorrow in low-esteem. We seem inclined to fear lament as a quick slide into doubt and despair; failing to see that doubt and despair are the dark soil that is necessary to grow self-confidence and pleasure.
    The assumption is that trust precludes struggle; faith erases doubt; hope removes despair. Therefore, lament is unnecessary if one trusts, loves, and obeys the divines, Your poem is short and cute, amazingly and most amusingly, a pure and straight appreciation, without any obligations or a response as time counts as a lot, sorry for interrupting and commenting, Regards and good luck to you dear Poetess Piusha Singh, I am on fast track with poetry writings and translations of poems, not only of yours, but also of many other co-writers and others from various sites,

    WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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    • Piusha Singh says:

      My deep gratitude for your kind remarks dear Williamsji,life has become so busy that most of the time dreams will not be prioritized.But I would like to cherish our poetic liaison for long.Hope everything is fine with you.Smile better than yesterday.
      Good luck and best regards.

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  2. dartanion2 says:

    Hey Piusha……….that was Very compelling insight to the author……..offering a drop of yourself in such a beautifully poetic fashion……. “She met herself under the scorched branches…..”……fantastic phrasing ~ insinuating the battle within yourself ~ with such lovely images………proud of you sweet poetess………..smiles……….T xo

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  3. Hi Poet Tony Taylor,
    It’s very true, this very compelling and honest insight, great write, unfortunately we could get only a single write from her golden pen, Regards, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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