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She cried out of her senses
Sheer despair, beaming at its hinges
Shedding her thoughts and beliefs
Resting in her mind’s deepest crevices!
With every drop, inching out attached negativity
Spreading thin, creeping riddled sensitivities
Cleansing out the coloured palettes
Years of depressed feministic rights and fates
Blooming on with the beautiful suffragettes!
© Chriselda Barretto
Dedicated to Mother daughter suffragettes: Christabel and Emmeline Pankhurst
Shelter I seek
from these mistral winds
touching my skin
as ice on fire
melting innately all my ire!
Opening my pores
as the petals of a rose
blooming in abundance
under these rays
of the morning sun affray!
Carry me with you
onto the sea
glistening shades
of the truest blue.
Birds flying high
their spirits roaming
gravity free
making me feel full
of happiness & glee!
© Chriselda Barretto
From the book: Dreams & Dew
Dreams & Dew
A poem from “Dreams & Dew”
Turn over a new leaf,
do it because
you know you need to.
Turn over a new page,
because this story
has to be told by you.
Fill it with writings
straight from your heart.
Detailed, important parts
hitting like darts,
to all its readers
embossing your lifelong art!
@Chriselda Barretto
My interview on Reader Views…
Read it here:
“Happy World Book Day” today!
Also looking forward to celebrating UNESCO’s World Book & Copyright Day on 23 April 2019!!
Living in this fast paced world, Cece was well set up. Having tried out and not succeeding at the marriage circuit twice, she had given up hope on the philosophy of being monogamous.
This time around, she would choose freedom and a life of fun. Her kids, Steff and Steven were teenagers now and quite self-sufficient. So open-mindedly hoping for a clearer, happier path ahead, she decided this was going to be her game plan from now on. It couldn’t hurt to try another lifestyle… after all we all have just one life to live… so let’s live large!!
He is obsessed with her and he will not stop until he makes her ‘HIS’! She belongs to him alone or he would kill for it. He knows what she doesn’t know yet… that she loves him!
Game on…
You play the detective here and you decide who ‘HE’ is!
“Hadiss”
This one is for you
You will recognise it
If you are the true, my baby boo!
Your eyes like deep pits
Enriched with years of grandiose soul
Your skin more glowing
Rife with melted chocolate and honey
All of it encouraging me so much more!
Your hands so divine
A pleasure for us, all mankind
But mostly its your heart
Hidden in depth, but shouting out
Cream-filled, pure, delicate and refined
Honestly spread even, a fine gold-mine
Waiting and ready for me to entwine!
©Chriselda Barretto
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