The idea of the poem below started with the poem Migratory Birds as Laura on dVerse Tuesday Poetics asked us to use one of the translated poems as an inspiration for a poem. It made me remember another song that has opening lines that birds , rivers and winds are not bound by borders, so what really did we gain by being the way we are.
It was another era,
when my stories had wings
riding on the clouds across time and space;
It was folly of youth –
to tie wishes to trees,
praying for impossible outcomes;
like birds flying
across oceans, leaving home behind
only to return later;
always a stranger to lands
and the trees that promised to nest.
These days I think
of my childhood,
cleaner , simpler times;
I regret the moments
I wanted to leave them behind –
the ways of the nature,
the words of the wise and old;
no haste no waste,
Nothing thrown, nothing lost.
I seek ways to return,
and fail to train myself to re-learn
what I ignored to value before;
What you sow,so shall you reap,
The basic of living – and I forgot.
Now the price to be paid,
by generations to come
– an apt punishment ?
Or a warning just yet,
buried in toxic waste,
hated by our own children
for teaching them wrong ways,
Mankind marching in a race,
Beyond the point of no return.
Written for DVerse Poetics where we are asked to write on Climatic crisis.
Image source linked
Some faded on corners
A green house
Ringing with love and laughter
With me;or without ?
This is a shadorma poetry written for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka poetry prompt.
I thought only of you.
I thought of you when mornings happened late.
I thought of you when nights refused to calm down.
I thought of you when the meals went untouched.
I thought of you when clothes remained a mess.
I thought of you when the balcony plant got flowers.
I thought of you when the snow became thing of the past.
I thought only of you.
I thought of you when no words came out of my pen.
I thought of you when favorite songs felt strange.
I thought of you when poetry became harder to tell
I thought of you when stories of new lands failed.
I thought of you when art gave no solace to my soul.
I thought of you when the skies offered no place to go.
did not feel
the same, more like a
new neighbor exchanging
hello, over tea and cookies;
Day by day I paled
trying to add you
(your thoughts and memories)
to the heart that was all yours;
overflowing with you
I floated and sank
between reality and my wants
to have you;
Written for –
This poem is written as a response to write a poem of at least two multi-stanza cantos, using the styles found in She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo
firstly , A HUGE thanks to SIS [ for feb haiku challenge ] and Cloaked Monk [ for March Challenge ] to keep me writing daily in the past two months. It has been quite a busy time on my blog for me and the usual readers [ 3 posts in 2 days is as difficult to write as to read and comment 😉 ]
April is the National Poetry Month in USA and Canada. And so many of my fellow poet friends would be writing “A poem A day” [ As part of NaPoWriMo ]
I have decided to trace a different path. I am not going to check any prompts all the month [ I swear I will not, unless I notice on some one’s blog 😉] but only read your wonderful poems. And If any image / poem / line on your blog inspires my grey [ or whatever color they are ] cells to work , I will post it on my blog with due link back to the inspiration.
And I also hope to finish the personal poetry project I started a month back [Wish me luck for that please].
And with this I rest my pen [ metaphorically ! I rarely write on paper otherwise ] for a while.
Last [but not the least 😛] I will finally use my time and blog space to share some of the fantabulous words I read . So keep visiting for a ride / dive into poetic seas !
Don’t you be my muse 😉
Stay Blessed and inspired !!
Love and Luck,
PS : Maybe I will complie a list of daily challenge for you on my blog till I am not writing in my free time.