Swathed and safe

'Whoosh' he calls it,

wants to be thrown

up in the air

fearless, in persuasion

Pleas and a sad face.

To ask for some more

The baby’s tears

melt even the hard rock.

‘Whoosh' he asks for

‘Big whoosh ', meant

higher, soaring the skies

Flailing arms and legs.

The confidence of

his papa’s secure arms

The complete trust

of landing safely.

And, thus ‘Whoosh’

he leaps into the world.

Prompt - Wednesday prompt (Poetic Asides)

Blossoming bombastically

She thrives in chatter

Generously sprinkled

with judgments and

embellished tall.

Words, smooth talked,

pleas and threats

delivered in a monotone

With ominous audacity.

Twisting arms, guised

as a helping hand

albeit allegorically

in self-seeking manner.

Entertainment,

Outwardly innocuous

Is sought, turns into

malicious maligning.

Conscientious, Otherwise

There’s always the

Overlap, never black

nor white. Forever gray.

By KRA

my very first, a black sedan

nondescript, no one took a second look

The plates said KRA, thus christened.

with devil’s number juxtaposed

Travel, I did in simpler times

youth conquered all worries

Losses weren’t of life

There was surely hope

What I wouldn’t give for

resurrection, not just of KRA

of many loved ones.

A trip through the times

Simpler & sweeter

Money was short but

laughter abundant

Memories created within

One day left with it

in the middle of the freeway

Stuttering to its peaceful end.

Prompt - Wednesday Prompts Poetic Asides