I search,
for the elusive
the uncompromising and
all encompassing truth in dead
silence;Written for : April PAD Challenge #6 and Peofusion
Poetry Sisters Write Terzanelles
1 week ago
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Together yet apart
And so it seemed,
On that very first day!
Us. Attracted. Opposite.
Like chalk and cheese;
Fire and ice.
Alas! they forgot to quote,
Chalk and cheese cannot be eaten together
And when fire meets ice
What remains is,
An inexplicable, mind numbing void.
And a web of lies
As shaky and as convoluted as our ties.
Wasn't it better that we never met ?
Like the two (river)banks,
That flowed together yet stayed apart
Prompted at : Poefusion
Men Goof, If Sly! - Sijo
To the symphony of rain and thunder, he struts.
Entranced she looks on;
With disdain he spreads the plume.
She, mesmerized by his beauty and variegated colors, is seduced.
And yet,when eyes meet, disinterest shines;
She knows, Men goof , if (she remain) sly!
Prompted at : Tuesday title and Poetry stretch
This prompt is special for two reasons. Firstly, coz I have used an anagram of my blog title ( song of my life <==> Men Goof, if sly!)
And also coz I have used one of the korean style Sijo. I am not sure if I have given it a good try. but here is my first attempt!
It either consist of 3 lines lof 14-16 syllable. The first line introduces a theme. Second one elaborates on it and the third one has a twist in the tale :)
Few examples here..
The spring breeze melted snow on the hills then quickly disappeared.
I wish I could borrow it briefly to blow over my hair
And melt away the aging frost forming now about my ears.
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Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night
And fold it softly into the waft of a spring-moon quilt
Then fondly uncoil it the night my beloved returns.
So tender! I am gonna try more. I know this one is not upto the par.. but it is a start!
song of the bleeding heart
A ruby red throne,
Encrusted in ice,
For centuries seemingly
Lay hidden.
Deep deep in the heart of the sea
Glittered through the night,
Glowed in the light
A ruby red throne!
A Precious little gift.
Scorned with indifference,
The ice thawed
And the throne melted.
And left behind,
A chimera of liquid crimson skies
A lost saga that the waves sing
If you listen carefully,
When the sun meets the earth,
You can still hear,
The song of the bleeding heart
Prompted at : Monday mural
Alive
A heave of breath,
Slowly rising and falling,
A mind numbing, blood curdling,
Breast thumping cry....
This night will never end,
Like squirrel we scamper,
Trying to find cover. We fail. As always!
Our bodies,
A live canvas,
Red. Blue.
Enmeshed with
Streaks of brown and black.
Visually alive.
Spiritually dead.
Chronicles of a my life
A facsimile of yours
Prompted at : Poefusion Friday 5
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