Betrayal

Pic courtesy Mom Junction

Despair dropped like dead weight on her shoulders
the pain of desertion writ on her drooping lips
her stricken heart too smote to smoulder
her vacant eyes on a distant horizon affixed

the pain of desertion writ on her drooping lips
soft whispers lay entrapped in her dilapidated heart
her vacant eyes on a distant horizon affixed
never sleeping or blinking, continuing to smart

soft whispers lay entrapped in her dilapidated heart
voiceless screams tapping vociferously in her chest
never sleeping or blinking, continuing to smart
her eyes; nothing but twin pools of morass of emptiness

voiceless screams tapping vociferously in her chest
her stricken heart too smote to smoulder
her eyes; nothing but twin pools of morass of emptiness
despair dropped like dead weight on her shoulders.

A Pantoum on the theme of abandonment for David’s W3 where yours truly is the POW.

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Sailing away

Painting by Edward William Cooke, Venice, A November Evening in the Lagoon (1859)

The gelid golden glow of dusk
hides in its bosom tears of blood
the schooner is finally set to sail
far-off lands beckon with fervour

hiding in its bosom tears of blood
untold stories of separation and love
far-off lands beckon with fervour
restless heart beats to the rhythm of the seas

untold stories of separation and love
burnished memories like a beacon of hope
restless heart beats to the rhythm of the seas
remembering the pain reflected in teary eyes

burnished memories like a beacon of hope
in the gelid golden glow of dusk
remembering the pain reflected in teary eyes
the schooner is finally set to sail.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Merril, has invited us to write an ekphrastic poem to some very interesting paintings.

Dream binary (a pantoum)

Trapped within the binary of a frangible dream
I ride to the skies on butterfly wings
guided by a stray, aglimmer moonbeam
the rainbow a divine ditty hums and sings

I ride to the skies on butterfly wings
bedazzled by the zillion glittering stars
the rainbow a divine ditty hums and sings
the zephyrs strum along on the guitars

bedazzled by the zillion glittering stars
floating on the cushiony, candyfloss clouds
the zephyrs strum along on the guitars
but before I can pluck a star, mist shrouds!

Floating on the cushiony, candyfloss clouds
guided by a stray, aglimmer moonbeam
before I can pluck a star, mist shrouds
I am trapped within the binary of a frangible dream.

Written for Sadje’s wdys, Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challange and David’s W3 for Aditi’s prompt.

Frenzy

Hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry
as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry
I sip life slowly; the world jostles by
the time has come for us all to worry

as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry
wonder if people ponder their time here
the time has come for us all to worry
I frown, as I try to blink back a tear

wonder if people ponder their time here
a frenzied rush leading no where
I frown, as I try to blink back a tear
as I hear of killings here and there

a frenzied rush leading no where
I sip life slowly, the world jostles by
as I hear of killings here and there
hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry

Written in response to POW Kerfe’s prompt for W3 challenge run by David. Her prompt guidelines are:

• 16 lines or less;
• the first and last lines must be the same.

Also sharing at dVerse OLN.

Living for today

Where do I see myself before I die
I know not, I list not
The thought of death does not make me cry
I care not, I fret not!

I know not, I list not
What future holds for me
I care not, I fret not
’bout things beyond me!

What future holds for me
Will unfold day by day
Thinking ’bout things beyond me
I spoil not my today!

What will unfold day by day
I’d rather it be a surprise
I will spoil not my today
’tis best not to crib nor criticize.

I’d rather tomorrow be full of surprise
I try my best to neither hurt nor harm
’tis best not to crib nor criticize
My mantra is to chill and be calm.

I try my best to neither hurt nor harm
The thought of death does not make me cry
My mantra is to chill and be calm
I see myself being me before I die.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/07/what-do-you-see-120-february-7-2022/

Change of season (OctPoWriMo)

(From Pexel)

Day 4

Prompt: Autumn

Form: Pantoum

The day hurries by, ceding place to the longer night
Yet the heat refuses to mellow to a coolness
Not all leaves brown and fall, some are still bright
But it sure is the season of fruitfulness!

Though the heat refuses to mellow to a coolness
Disinterested in going into a decline
It sure is the season of fruitfulness
Despite the uncertainty of changing times.

Disinterested in going into a decline
Summer persists with hot, humid days
Maybe because of uncertainty of changing times
Seasons seem to overlap in many ways.

Summer persists with hot, humid days
They say it’s a sign of global warming
Seasons seem to overlap in many ways
Why don’t we heed the global warning!

They say it’s a sign of global warming
That not all leaves brown and fall and some are still bright
Why don’t we heed the global warning
Alas! the day hurries by, ceding place to warm night.

(I will be posting a poem or maybe two everyday this entire month. I look forward to your support and encouragement, at the same time I understand that reading every blog is not possible! Drop in whenever you can.)

Walk down memory lane (a pantoum)

Let me hold your tiny hand once again
I want to relive those idyllic days once more
Let us walk down the elusive memory lane
When you were my little angel, oh so pure!

I want to relive those joyous days once more
To fill my pockets with memories of your childhood
When you were my little angel, so very pure
I just can’t believe you are stepping into adulthood!

To fill my pockets with memories of your childhood
Those sun filled days of carefree gurgling laughter
I can’t believe you are stepping into adulthood
My little doll is all grown-up, of age from hereafter.

Those sun filled days of carefree, gurgling laughter
Let me make a gallery of reminisces once again
My little doll is all grown-up, of age from hereafter
My heart is filled with such a sweet pain!

Let’s walk the gallery of reminisces once again
Let’s chase butterflies one more  time
My heart is filled with such a sweet pain
Let’s catch sunbeams and hear woods chime.

Let’s chase butterflies one more  time
Let me send you off with a heartfelt smile
Let’s catch sunbeams and hear woods chime
Your journey will be long, cover it mile by mile.

Let me send you off with a heartfelt smile
Though melancholy smites  my poor heart
Your journey is long, cover it mile by mile
And I will from afar play my part.

Though melancholy smites my poor heart
I cannot but be happy for you
And I will from afar play my part
It is now your life to live and pursue.

I cannot but be happy for you
My dear little angel, oh so pure
It is now your life to live and pursue
But let me hold your hand just once again!

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/09/20/what-do-you-see-100-september-20-2021/

Just today

Today I don’t want to live in today
Today my mind travels the maze of past
Synaptic network brings alive yesterday
Some reminisces however forever last!

Today my mind travels the maze of past
Thinking of the trusted jalopy that would take us near and afar
Some reminisces however forever last
How can I ever forget that beloved yesterday’s car!

That truly trusted jalopy that would take us near and afar
Crisscrossing across the undulating, languid country
I can never forget dad’s all yesterdays cars
Adventures, breakdowns; memories special as well as sundry!

Crisscrossing across the undulating, languid country
Rekindling old obscure and forgotten relationships
Adventures, breakdowns; memories special as well as sundry
Life did bloom abundantly despite the hardships.

Rekindling old, obscure forgotten relationships
Today is the day, I don’t want to live in today
Life did bloom abundantly despite the hardships
Synaptic network brings alive precious fragments of yesterday.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/07/05/what-do-you-see-89-july-5-2021/

https://amanpan.com/2021/07/08/eugis-weekly-prompt-network-july-8-2021/