thawing

Here. Let’s share
my mitten-hand.
I’m from the tropics—
tower of sea and sand.
I know. I know
you understand.

Here. Let’s share
my early coffee cup,
blessed with its own
shadow-thin cloud.
No, darling,
don’t look up.

Here. Come here.
My wrapped arms
warm and raw.
Melt with me before
this dear mountain thaws.

19.01.2021
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For dVerse Poetics: Connections
Happy to finally be back. Happy New Year, poets and friends on dVerse!

shhh: a pleiades*

sing to me Polaris’ song
steady, constant of the north.
show my midnight lullaby
softly rocking, back and forth.
see the map on my pillow
salted as sunbathing seas.
shoo my fears, shoo them for me.

11.25.2020
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For dVerse Poetics: Stars that count
*“Pleiades” is a star cluster in Taurus constellation and is also called as “Seven Sisters”. (Greek Mythology)
Going by its properties the form “Pleiades” was invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman. It consists of seven lines, each line starting with the same letter as the title. The title is a single word.
Later on Hortensia Anderson restricted the length of each line to six syllables. Hence, this form can be defined as a seven line poem with each line beginning with the same letter as the title and having six syllables in each line. The title must be of one word only.
The North Star or Pole Star – aka Polaris – is famous for holding nearly still in our sky while the entire northern sky moves around it. That’s because it’s located nearly at the north celestial pole, the point around which the entire northern sky turns. Polaris marks the way due north.

the invisible cycle: a tanka*

once smooth as petals
will shrink into a crumpled
autumn leaf, waiting
for annual earth’s melting to
fertilise spring’s kids.

11.20.2020
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For dVerse MTB: Jisei (Japanese Death Poems)
The *tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as “short song,” and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form.

see me see you

earth’s coating on late autumn (a
yard of naked trees open for the
early frost) not death but a promise
stamped on your irises’ bows.

11.18.2020
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For dVerse Poetics: Look into my Eyes
Did you see the hidden word? 🙂

take a seat and see

rolled sunset crawls
to kiss whale’s home,
persimmon spilled.

wilted leaves arch
towards foliage tomb,
autumn fulfilled.

cold keys hang
void of fingers, warm,

bite the seed of hope
will it burst some
bitter crumb?

consider the possibility
of wings once
our breaths

succumb

11.17.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #116: Poem Those Possibles

wishes in the wind

i wish i’ve puppy-paws
to dig through the muck
of this year.

i wish i’ve puppy-eyes
to bend my
Master’s will.

i wish i’ve a puppy-nose
to smell happiness
from a mile.

i wish i need not
to wish for a real,
real smile.

11.03.2020
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For dVerse In need of a happiness project?

hell’s window

there is a painting
outside my window,

hell magneting
the day sun’s glow.

stain of last night
rests on my pillow—

my unraveling
with moonlight’s bow.

feels a few feet from
my reach, the sky,

if only dusk can
give me wings to fly.

10.20.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism
Finally, a quadrille after a looong time. ❤

cheese moon

if moon is made of cheese
i will call it mine,
every night, i’ll sink my teeth
to its gooey-divine.

if moon is made of cheese
i’ll swim in pools of wine,
to drown the emptiness
of our mattressed-shrine.

if moon is made of cheese
i’ll drink its yellow shine,
to cheer the longing of
my autumn, drooping spine.

if moon is made of cheese
i will call it mine,
for you are too far away
tonight, my darling sun.

10.09.2020
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For dVerse MTB – Lists that Google give us.
It has been almost a month since I did dVerse. Happy to be able to write again.

one of eight mouths

rain, they say, is the
heaven pouring
blessings. when i
was a child, it means
flood, tickling my
chubby ankles, choking
my father’s chest
once. it means
waiting for free
food rations and escaped
shrimps from spilling
ponds. it is a
memorised, annual
struggle. a sweet,
repeating chapter
of our wooden,
dining table (too
small to sit eight
mouths) but was
never empty. not

even once.

09.2020
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For dVerse Come and take a selfie!

steps to stay sane: a quadrille

fingers bumbling on
blank spaces of both
the web and the tree’s skin.

grabbing yellows from
bumblebees to paint
sunsets where freedom wins.

stirring orange from
dawn to make a cup
of giggling cinnamon.

stealing sweetness
from apple’s bum
to have some sanity won.

08.25.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #110: Shall we bum around a bit?