The mercurial, mooching wind seems a reluctant emissary slate-stained clouds gather and disperse lightning moodily marks the sky thunder growls and grumbles distantly yet I lift my face to the sky expectantly to be drenched any moment
no smattering of wet kisses, my mouth remains dry denied the intoxicating petrichor supine dry leaves whisper unsung dirges the whispered songs ignite flames of reminiscences blistering pearls fall freely from my eyes
I singe my fingers as I reach out to the moon darker than sin night looks on coldly all I wanted was a sip of cool rain to damp down despair with numbing coldness
but March is in unusual hurry to embrace heat unquenched and rebuffed, I brace for summer.
Written for dVerse poetics Tuesday. Grace, our host today, invites us to write a poem that explores false spring—literally, metaphorically, or both.
At the promise of spring the schooner finally set to sail on the seas that were forbidden the gelid golden glow of dusk hides in its bosom tears of blood
wide-eyed she watches the phone holding in her tiny hands her father tongue-tied in the beginning; then breathless chatter her animated expressions make him teary-eyed
what was once a routine job, is now call of duty seas no longer serenade him his heart, a captive of his little angel, yearns for time to still.
The night unbuttoned itself languidly the sharp intake of the room made us shiver folding inhibitions neatly, we embraced the liquid fire
as I lie curled in the afterglow of lovemaking hunger lies coiled in the pit of my solar plexus my eyes could feast on you for this lifetime and beyond
but my body craves sustenance, flavours and textures your bourbon eyes crinkle, echoing the desire in my coal-black ones
you move quietly and fluidly like a panther at home amongst pots and pans measured yet graceful, quick but unhurried the air is thick with aromas of citrusy-peppery flavours
we dig into the garlicky, parsley-flecked pasta with gusto slurping unselfconsciously in the sultry night as you lick my fingers clean
moon sheds its misty cloak insouciantly wind whispers wild melodies of love before morn slants in with buttery smoothness we give in to the rhythm of skin, again.
Written for dVerse poetics Tuesday. I am the host today and we are writing about food. Do join us.
Hope had surrendered to fatalism knocking at science’s door met with silence and then a miracle announced its arrival even before I held you in my arms I already knew the next year was better!
Sometimes the nights are lonely despite everyone else being around sometimes desolation arrives at dawn clothed in wispy clouds sometimes one is the last one standing when others are stooping low sometimes the roots keep digging deeper to neither sway nor bow for standing straight and solitary in a forest of bending grass is not for the spineless
some journeys begin after a lot of dithering with one tiny step some journeys are spontaneous they don’t need no prep some journeys are never-ending; a lifetime is not enough some journeys are inwards they are the most rough if you think you were fated to be where you are you are still unaware of your own power.
It is autumn here in short-lived spring skeletal trees stand bare of ornamentation and my barren, scarred heart doth not sing
fallen leaves, like thoughts, chase each other then sigh inaudibly when crushed under feet will they spring forth again or just wither
a lone, lost sparrow tap-taps at my window hope flutters its wings within maybe, just maybe, spring will be reborn morrow!
Written for dVerse Poetics, hosted by Dora and she says: Your poetics challenge today is to incorporate a landscape or cityscape into your poetry that either mirrors or amplifies your interior landscape (or lack thereof). Be sure to use the examples above to guide you as to what I mean by “embodying a landscape.” Is there a place that’s special to you, that moves you, that has become a part of you? Perhaps you have a memory of encountering a landscape that has changed you or enlightened you? What particulars of this landscape have inspired, comforted, encouraged, strengthened you, or done just the opposite? Put it all in a poem, and take us there.
How time flies! That sounds so clichéd but that is the truth and this post will be overflowing with clichés today, let me warn you beforehand. WordPress reminded me today morning that I have been blogging for ten years! Ten years!! Unbelievable!!!
I had never thought that I would last this long. This blog was started on the insistence of school friends. Most of them hardly ever visit my blog now. That is quite understandable as they don’t blog. But the continued love and support I get from fellow bloggers, has kept me going. I have learnt so much on the way and my poems are much better than what they were. This past year and a half I have been very erratic with my writing as well as with reading other blogs and responding. There were days when I felt very overwhelmed. There were days, I didn’t look at my Reader in WP. Some days, I would read all the comments and have no energy to respond. But writing is a refuge for me and blogging a safe haven, so I persevere. It was also made possible because of your unconditional support. I am still in the process of getting there, so please, bear with me.
If my memory serves me right, since Sadje subscribed to my blog, she has commented on almost every post of mine. Aapa, I have never been able to reciprocate similarly because you are a very prolific writer and these days I blog around 3 times a week only. From you I have learnt to be present for other bloggers no matter what. I would like you to know that your support means the world to me.
Bo, know that I love you and your awesome writing. You gave me confidence in my writing.
Heather, you are one of my earliest subscribers and have always cut through the clutter of my words to find the crux of my poems. From you I have learnt economy of words and how less is often more.
Gab, your support has always meant so much to me and more so now, that you are busier than before and still find time to visit my blog.
Cindy, despite your busy schedule you always find time to read and comment which I really appreciate.
Val, I love your honest comments and I admire your no nonsense, straightforward approach to life.
Kerfe, you always leave very insightful comments and have taught me to ask more questions in my poems and that it is not necessary for me to have the answers. I am in awe of your artwork and craft work.
Merril, your nature inspired poetry inspires me and I have started using more hyphenated words after reading your poems. Your Monday musings are my favourite.
Sunra, my dear punjabi kudiye, your immense talent is awe-inspiring. Keep shining.
Ivor, I love how you wear your heart on your sleeve and spread joy with your words and songs.
David, your poems about your daughter always tug my heart and you know how much your work inspires me.
Joanna, your comments mean the world to me.
Robbie, I really admire your multi tasking, as well as the fact how you find time to respond to all the posts you read as well as take care of your family.
Li, I have known you since our OctPoWriMo days I am so glad we are dVerse teammates. I love your fearless writing.
My talented and gifted dVerse team – Grace, Björn, Laura, Merril, Li, Kim, Mish, Melissa, Sanaa, Lillian, Frank, De and Dora I have learnt so much from you all and honestly feel like a misfit in the team at times. dVerse is the reason I keep writing even when I feel I can’t.
Tracy, you are the reason that I started writing again, after I had quit after my son’s T1D diagnosis. I can never ever thank you enough for being there for me then and during covid.
Eugi, I have always treasured your comments.
Cheryl, Kamal, Sara know that you are appreciated for your constant support and encouragement.
VJ, from you I have learnt to be honest in my writing and face my personal demons.
Andrew, you are the gift that dVerse gave me. I value your insights very much.
Lesley, your posts always make my heart smile. You are awesome.
Chris, your wdys poems give me so much joy. I so appreciate your comments.
Jodi, I love the comments you leave for me and am in awe of your story telling.
Susi, Reena, Maggie, Ange, Shaun, Goutam, Suzette, Indira, Jim, Selma, Nolcha, Barbara, Paul, Dwight, Yvette, Mich, Destiny and LAM, know that each one you means a lot to me.
All those of you, who just like and rarely leave a comment, please know that I value your presence here and will always be grateful for the time you give me.
Thank you everyone. I just wanted you all to know how much I cherish this long distance bond. Your presence here is such a blessing in my life. ❤️🙏🏼🤗
Write an alphabet poem using one of the following two structures:
Option 1 — 26 words, A–Z once each (Any order) Write a poem of exactly 26 words.
Each word must begin with a different letter of the alphabet. All 26 letters (A–Z) must be used exactly once. The letters may appear in any order. No repeated initial letters.
Option 2 — A–Z in order by line Write a poem with 26 lines, where the first word of each line begins with the next letter of the alphabet in order: A, B, C … through Z. Maintain thematic or narrative coherence.
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