Finally the darkness descended
but was pallid from tension
hidden in its sheer bosom
a column of secrets lay
quietly. Wilily waiting
for the dramatic moment
to spill animus.
the orange dawn sighed wearily
as it cleared the debris
of the quarrelsome night.
Written for David’s W3 for AJ’s prompt and for the moon washed weekly challenge.
Bemused I look at my bloodied, skinned knees
Knees lacerated and raw from crawling all over
Over the jagged and cruel edges of reality
Reality which had been summarily discarded
Discarded foolishly in favour of fanciful fantasy
Fantasy which turned into smithereens everything
Everything now seems lost forever, but…
But now I am retrieving broken pieces of those dreams
Dreams thus fragmented, you may say, would do no good
Good times alas seem far-fetched and unreal
Unreal cadence of yesterday mars my today
Today the salt from my eyes may sting these dreams
Dreams that continue to lie shattered and prone
Prone and battered completely out of shape
Shape of my future splintered badly so
So I gently lay them away from the escarpment
Escarpment which beckons with suicidal notions
Notions that may make them fall off the precipice again
Again to be shattered and scattered all over
Over which I may cry no more but reconcile myself
Myself to the inevitability of stark truths
Truths that stare me in the face, yet
Yet, if even one dream manages to resurrect itself
Itself, of its own volition, it will be a reason to revel
Revel because dreams only work if we want them to.
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, has asked us to write a loop poem today. Read more about it here.
At night the psychotic wind went berserk
the evasive brown grass waved crabbily
bits of paper twisted and turned curvy
like energetic juveniles
the urban jumble whispered grumpily till dawn
in the morning bathed in the alluring golden glow
the sentinel trees stand quietly watchful
monsoon’s remnant lies undisturbed
but these dregs do tell a bitter story
of displaced and moody seasons
waylaid by human greed
chagrined seasons restlessly look for home
having lost their compass they have turned bitter with malice
no cooing flocks of doves
to offset the terrifying truth
the deserted path tells a tale
that has no listeners.
Written for dVerse poetics. Also inspired by Sadje’s wdys and Jane’s random word generator. Today’s host at dVerse, Lillian, says: Write a poem on any topic in any poetic form, that includes at least one of the flavors of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the list. You can check the list here.
facing my fragile, filigreed fears
I stroke their susurrus
suppurating secrets
shivering at their vulnerable nakedness
bathed in my molten lava tears
they freeze at the static touch of my skin
mustering scraps of love I wrap them gently
finally anointing them with acceptance.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Mish, says: Write a 44 word poem sans title including the word “wrap” and post it on your blog or website.
Your translucent skin astoundingly delicate
gingerly I run my fingers along the length of your tiny arms
how adorable you look curled up on your side
your toothless smile has me in raptures
my emotions palpably raw and overwhelming
I cradle tenderly your fuzz covered head
I listen awestruck to your rapid heartbeat
your petal soft cheeks I tentatively caress
your sweet breath gently tickles my neck
I dawdle over the silkiness of your dainty foot
marveling at the soot coloured lace like lashes
my eyes shimmer with joy, my heart overflows.
Written for David’s W3 on Mich’s guidelines and Eugi’s weekly prompt.
Disclaimer: The oh-so-adorable babies are teenagers now and…
The half empty bottle of vitriol
that you left on my shelf
when you moved on
I take a sip from it everyday
the days, as a result, become palatable
but the nights need
something stronger
so I drink a cocktail of vitriol and torment
sometimes I add a dash of despair
and always garnish it with self-pity
but sadly it is still not potent enough
to knock me out completely
the hangover always leaves me
crying out your name in anguish.
Sharing it with dVerse OLN.
Stories have no feet
yet travel
on wind or rain, through words and deeds
complete or incomplete
constantly in motion; like women
like trees; growing, branching
replicating over time
crossing man-made boundaries
finding familiar ground of love and greed
hate and destruction
uniting despite divisions
All stories are the same
and yet told differently
carrying seeds of the past
in the embryo lies the future
moving along jagged coastlines
meandering with rivers
soft as snowflake
like labyrinthine mysteries
unfolding symmetries
unknown to our minds.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Lisa, says: Now that I have hopefully acquainted you with the concept and examples of fractals and connected them to poetry by subject and application, your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is:
1) Use any of the definitions, examples, images, or application of fractals to inspire you to write whatever strikes your fancy.
OR
2) Think about something/someone in your world that you have, up to this point, only given a superficial consideration of and decide to look a little closer at it/them. Use what you discover as fodder for a poem.
Stories are fractals. Read more about it here.
Poised on paper the pen ponders pensively
waits for words to flow uninhibitedly
but my constricted throat won’t let them pass
A sad tune plays plaintively in my head
the notes refuse to grace the white sheet that’s spread
poised on paper the pen ponders pensively
The heart feels emptied of all its contents
the mind is a cauldron of simmering intents
I wait for words to flow uninhibitedly
There’s rain that falls inside but eyes don’t stream
waiting for words is a sisyphean dream
‘cos my constricted throat won’t just let them pass.
Written for Sadje’s wdys.
Curveballs, roadblocks also setbacks galore
doesn’t life like to keep me on my stubbed toes!
I stumble, I fumble, am often heartsore
but stubbornly refuse to wallow in woes
hands do reach out to support and reassure
everytime that I fall flat on my bruised nose.
a word, a smile, a hug often does the trick
I do take in my stride life’s nasty butt kicks
however hard hardships may connive and try
no amount of scudding drifts can make me cry
‘cos I may not have wings, but am meant to fly!
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, says: For today’s Meeting the Bar/Poetry Form, we will craft a poem using 11 line stanza.
Eleventh Power is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Christina Jussaume who requests the subject be uplifting. The elements of the Eleventh Power are:
On a hot, sultry
Sunday in September last
drenched in affection
under cascading Jog falls
unbounded fealty reigned
Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 and Eugi’s weekly prompt.
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