Ode to dead ends

From Unsplash

It is time to hail the dead end
the closed doors and lack of opportunities
It is time to accept that a dead end often points to another path
sometimes more scenic and fulfilling than
the one you had set your heart on

detours; forced or voluntary
open windows into the unknown
it may  or may not happen serendipitously
but there is no accompanying drama
of thunderstorm, lightning or celestial prophecy
it happens unobtrusively,  quite quietly

pushed willy-nilly into teaching high schoolers
was like being thrown into the cage of a hungry lion
except that they were a bunch of forty antsy teenagers
and I, the object of their curiosity
I became the lion in the enclosure
to be watched and poked at

after those initial days of hiccups
we did grow together; the teacher and the taught
learning as I began teaching
being enriched while enriching lives
and the job that I never wanted
changed my life forever
and continues to define me even after I quit
enfolding me in a warm embrace of fuzziness

dead ends are not full stops; they are but semi colons
not glaring red but flickering  soft green
which you may miss if you blink
next time you are up against a wall
pause, don’t give up and look around
believe me you will find a chink.

Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Deepthy’s prompt and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.

Also sharing at dVerse OLN.


Ode to gooey indulgence (OctPoWriMo)

Day 12

Prompt: Ode to something you love

Form: Ode

Thou oozy overload of sweetness,
Thou sisterhood of deliciousness and lusciousness.
A mere gourmand can’t thus express,
A flowery tale more sweetly than my rhyme:
What perfect torus is thy shape;
No mortal, nor immortal can be immune to thy charms.
In the confectionery shops dotted across the worlde,
What p√Ętisserie chef worked magic with simple dough?
What piece of baked goody art thou?
What gustatory gratification you generate?

Eaten goodies are sweet but those uneaten,
Are sweeter; therefore ye sight for sore eyes, stay on;
I pray, play with my senses no more!
Sugar dressed beauty, I canst leave thee alone,
Thy allure is beyond compare!
How do I count the ways that I yearn for you?
Fathom no one can, the depth of my longing.
My bold lips yearn to kiss thy scrumptious skin
The untold bliss that you have coated my soul with;
Is unparalleled elsewhere in this universe!

Ah! Delirious do I feel as I bite into
The pillowy softness of perfection!
My eyes close on their own with ecstasy;
As a cavalcade of flavours dances on my tongue.
The unselfish gooey creaminess is something to die for!
I care not if death knocks at my door in this moment of indulgence.
Fie! I say to anyone who tries to warn me about your so called imperfections!
Jealousy is known drive man to unknown nadir;
I dare anyone to make perfidious or calumnious claims against you!
I worship the altar on which you sit queen like;
My day incomplete without a visit to my majesty,
Long live your exuberant voluptuousness!


(Inspired by Keats’ odes)