Honeyed mellifluous words tinged with paprika drip from your crushed cinnamon coloured lips your vanilla skin with a touch of sea salt and saffron is reminiscent of the theatrics of the Tuscan sunset like a swollen river undulating through verdant vales the need for you flows recklessly through my veins sometimes you are zatar, at others garam masala making my staid life a mural of flavours.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Merril, has asked us to get spicy. Read about it here.
Lying supine a tiny, niggling, not-so-good thought waits for darkness to descend then like a magnet attracts many more coming in droves all flocking my mind
soft murmurs turning cacophonous tumbling, jumbling, shrieking moving at lightning speed traversing my mindscape finding gaps, filling niches, overwhelming my being making my head throb
then finally tired of chasing themselves they depart leaving behind an empty shell denuded, deprived, distressed.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, has asked us to write an ekphrastic based on Lee Madgwick’s artwork shared.
The colour of my skin The country of my origin My sex and my parentage My name and my heritage Of these I did not get to choose any Nor did others in this unfair journey.
I am from the land rooted in the belief of karma Where we are taught to follow our dharma But if everything is predestined Should we then our preference rescind? Then why are there options to make a choice Should we then ignore our gut’s voice?
Since I can think, my choices I do exercise Others may concur or decide to criticise There are always many options to choose from Our choice will decide our future’s outcome Alas! If only it were so simple and plain Yet I stand by my choices and don’t complain.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s guest host, Christopher, has asked us to write on the concept of choice.
Clad in your tatty old sweater embraced in your woody, spicy fragrance perched precariously on the crescent moon of past I balance the glass of golden fire on my palm bringing memories of oaky, peaty, smoky muskiness on your breath I inhale sharply the wispy whiff that wafts in burns my throat with remembered bittersweetness I taste the sweetness of brackish tears on my lips my heart is awash with sharp, tingly feel I can smell warm, sticky blood.
Written for dVerse poetics. Our guest host today, Jo aka Worms, has asked us to write a poem of scents.
Holding firmly the hands of both the banks the river whispers to the trees and the sun at night she bathes in the dappled moonlight murmuring lullabies to anyone who would listen
Wind and dust leave an indelible trail on her skin she furrows untold stories on earth’s bosom dawdling neither in the desert nor the shady nook ceaseless, continuous; with teeming life she hums
Her tears invisible, she writhes thunderously in pain disrobed by humanity, yet always full of grace the weeping rain falls on it gently, in penance frothing with emotions, the tide she will embrace.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, has asked us to write on one of the four elements.
I am in his city after a long, long time my impudent feet, despite my stern command, traverse the same old path they had taken some twenty years ago
It is a surprise that the place still stands despite the modernization whirlwind I make for the same corner table the gladioli in the crystal vase bring back memories that need exorcism
I order a bottle of Zinfandel to quieten the ghosts as I wait, I glare at the textured walls that snag my tortured thoughts which have gone into a tailspin listening to Cale in the background
There’s no buzz of conversation as it is a slow Monday discreetly under the table, I kick off my heels and I can swear they sighed inaudibly being caressed by the cool marble floor
“Still the barefoot goddess!” the voice from the past that could liquify my heart! exasperated with my imagination I shakily reach for my glass he slides into the chair opposite me and just sits there_
biting my lips I try to contain the decades old maelstrom inside it threatens to spill from my eyes looking intently and earnestly into my welled up eyes, he says, “Please let me begin from the beginning…
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Merril, says: So today, in my father’s honor, I invite you to write a poem of any style about a restaurant.
The benevolence and magic of October extended its warmth and vibrancy twice over to the humid and humdrum August
showering it with boundless blessings most precious and priceless drenching it with sheer abundance
August, swinging between sweating and downpours, is the month of plenitude for me; rains or no rains.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host Sanaa, says: For today’s Poetics, I want you all to write a poem about August. Feel it in your bones. Come tell us what the month means to you.
(August is special for me as both my kids were born on the same day four years apart.)
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.
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.
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