
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.
psychotic winds…the urban jumble…monsoon season. You’ve painted a distrubing picture here….visceral in its feelings of gloom….well done.
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The weather this year has been so abnormal. It does spell gloom for the future.
Thanks so much, Lillian.
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That final stanza is filled with ominous truths.
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Thanks, Jane. Sadly we ignore such truths.
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We do 😦
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This is incredibly potent, Punam! I felt every word.
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Thanks so much, Sanaa, gor resonating with it. ❤️
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but these dregs do tell a bitter story
of displaced and moody seasons
waylaid by human greed
chagrined seasons restlessly look for home – Loved these lines.
So true and very evocative.
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Thanks a lot, Nitin. Weather this year has been freakish. It does not portend well.
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You speak the truth and the subtle personification of nature and seasons gives them a strong voice in this piece.
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Thanks a lot, Mish.
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A very imaginative take on the photo prompt Punam … superbly done … 🤗😍🌏
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Ivor, thank you so much! 🤗💙😊
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my pleasure Punam
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Such a evocative poem Punam. The chaos behind the apparent calm. Thanks a lot for joining in my friend
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Yes, exactly that! Thanks so much, Sadje. Wonderful prompt and always a pleasure.
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You’re always welcome my dear sister
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I was just reading about climate change and the dire state of our planet! You have encapsulated the dread and the uncertainty in this poem!! And if I hadn’t already seen the list of ice cream names I wouldn’t have been able to pick it out….
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We have had unusually hot and long summer and a very wet monsoon. If this is not climate change, then what is! We cannot ignore it nor deny it, Val.
Yeah, the ice cream name was lost in the jumble of words! 😀
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That’s a very adept ending, I like it.
–Shay
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Shay, thanks a lot.
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“Displaced & moody seasons”….very well said. Sounds depressing but can’t remember having seen a more freaky monsoon in recent times in Kolkata or the rest of India. Makes one wonder if this really is the beginning of the end. 😦
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I totally agree, Goutam. It is the same in Delhi…such a long, hot summer and now this has been the wettest July in years! It truly is alarming.
Thanks a lot.
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beautiful images
much💚love
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Thanks a lot, Gillena. 💙
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We seemed headed into this nightmare with its psychotic winds and no one to hear them. Powerful imagery here.
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Thanks, Merril. The squalls before rainfall are terrifying.
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You’re welcome, Punam. Yes, they are.
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Chilling comment on the ‘modern’ human condition.
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Thanks, Susan. We are heading into disaster.
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Visceral! Great writing as usual! 👏👏
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Thanks so much, Tricia! 🙏🏼
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The terrifying truth in your writing is palpable … well done.
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Helen, thank you so much.
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got me humming “the sound of silence” great poem
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Ah! Thanks so much.
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The second stanza is both moving and powerful!
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Thanks a lot, Reena.
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I always enjoy your poetry, Punam. So evocative and wonderful imagery. Love this. 💕🙂
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Thanks a lot, Harmony! ❤️🙏🏼
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I like the personification in the first stanza. It’s so common to see nature describe as all serene and calm, and I like how you flipped the script and made all the natural elements crabby, grumpy, and annoying.
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Nature is no longer serene and calm all the time. Was just trying to read its warning signals.
Thank you.
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Potent and profound poem Punam 💖
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Thanks so much, dear Kamal. 💖
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Welcome dear Punam 💖
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Gorgeous poetry.
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Jude, thank you so much.
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Truth, in every word. Gorgeous write, Punam. ❤️
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this is so powerful Punam and filled with realities.
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Thanks a lot, Mich.
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Intriguing all the way through the read, Punam.
There’s a palpable depth to this poem.
Isadora 😎
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This was a very eye-opening poem filled with deeper meanings of truth that humans tend to leave untouched. This was beautifully portrayed, and I really enjoyed reading this poem.
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