The evil that we do lives much longer than us the wily all pervasive monsters that technology created had me in their thrall all my life and now that I have shed my mottled mortal coat the lure of my device has given afterlife to my creaking, enduring bones dear Death, we were inseparable you can not part us this match made on Earth will continue… in heaven or hell!
I would like to extend heartfelt gratitude to each one of you for your wishes, prayers and blessings. My cousin’s daughter left for Romania on Friday. My husband and I picked her up from the airport today morning. Her brother is still stuck in the hostel though he was supposed to leave this morning. There are too many kids and not enough means of transport. But we are hopeful he will leave sometime tomorrow and be here in a couple of days.
She watches news, her heart in mouth The world is again headed south No room for contrarian views Her teenagers she’s worried ’bout World leaders, to engage, refuse Her heart in mouth, she watches news
Glued to the screen, with bated breath None can measure her grief’s depth Nor any hear her poor heart keen Dried eyed she watches dance of death ‘t was certainly not unforeseen With bated breath, glued to the screen
Innocent dreams, put on a hold For ruthless ambition oh so cold The world is wringing hands it seems As destruction one sees unfold Under the gaze of fazed moonbeams Put on a hold, innocent dreams
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Grace, says: To write the sparrowlet poem using the guidelines as described here.
(My cousin’s kids are studying medicine in Ukraine. Their teachers and college authorities kept assuring them all is fine. By the time our government issued an advisory for them to return and they could make arrangements, the airspace was already closed. Hopefully they will be crossing over to Romania by road tonight or tomorrow. We are keeping our fingers crossed.)
The painstakingly painted pretty smile struggles to sit sanguinely on burgundy lips that hide the gnashing teeth
the turmoil within looks for a crack the kohl rimmed eyes blink rapidly errant tears seep within noiselessly
the carefully made bed with nary a crease is the silent witness to what will remain under covers
the moon bedecked in borrowed finery keeps a tacit eye on the shenanigans of the devious dark night
tranquil morning hides pewter smudges behind powder-pink daubs of clouds sun shines fiercely, unconcerned.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Lillian, says:
For today’s prompt, I’d like you to consider one of the adages/proverbs listed below as inspiration for your poem. You don’t have to include the line itself….but we should be able to guess pretty easily, which line you used as a jumping off point to create your poem. Do give the line and its source at the end of your poem, and of course, mention the poem is written for dVerse.
“Many hands make light work.” Adagia
“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” Poor Richard’s Almanack
“Fish and visitors stink after three days.” Poor Richard’s Almanack
“To err is human, to repent divine, to persist devilish.” Poor Richard’s Almanack
“Things are not always what they seem.” Bee-Keeper and the Bees” from Aesop’s Fables
“The truth shall set you free.” John 8:32
“To everything there is a season.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
“Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.” Forrest Gump, the movie.
I still remember the dusky saltiness of your satin skin the way it turned liquid under my warm gaze the first time I tasted the saltiness of love was when I kissed your lips. now, a solitary salt laden tear I shed in remembrance.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De, says: Today, I want you to sprinkle the word salt into your poems. Whether you make it the seasoned center, or just dash a smidge of it in at the last minute, just be sure some form of the word salt adds a little zing to your piece: Salty. Saltine. Salting. Saltlick. Saltatory.
There was much consternation in the family when he had said “yes” to her.
It was an arranged meeting set up by his maternal grandfather. Even though his parents were reluctant to go ahead with his ‘seeing’ the girl, as she was dark-complexioned, they couldn’t say no to his grandfather.
He had found her utterly charming, witty as well as feisty. He could easily see himself spending his life with her.
“But bhaiya**, why did you say yes? asked his younger sister curiously. “You know mom wants a chand ka tukda jaisi bahu!” ***
He laughed heartily and replied,”But choti****, she is chand ka tukda! When you look at her you realise, it is a moon wrapped up in brown paper.”
Looking at her bewildered expression, he winked conspiratorially, “You won’t understand, choti!” Then added, “Just wait till you meet her then you will know.”
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Björn, says: I was so happy to host Prosery today which gives me the possibility to use the poem Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy.
The line I have selected from Valentine is:
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper
Write a piece of prose that incorporates the given set of words and they have to come in exactly the order given, but you may break it up with punctuation. The maximum number of words is 144.
* as beautiful as the moon
***daughter-in-law as beautiful and fair as the moon
(I am travelling to attend a wedding in the family. The connection is patchy. I will respond and read as soon as I reach. Please bear with me.)