On a long drive to aunt's sturdy white house
On a road our car dances in the mist
Grasshoppers bounce and mischief-makers trounce,
Green fields melting and attuning adrift.
We traverse through a foulish filthy lake
Muddy dogs and goats, squirrels swim with gay,
Eyes towards the land, we want to make haste,
Yet moving slowly in the pool of rain,
Little tinkers from school singing in gay
Carts, single bikes vans stationed to wait
Train paddles past which turns the blue sky grey
Parting with the hawker, without bargain!
Dust playing with eyes as reunion takes place,
On a dusty lone lane tears make their way.
It was a reunion after 3 to four years for my dad with his sisters. One sister travelled from Bangalore, the electronic city of India all the way to Itawa in North India. We met at my father ‘s elder sister ‘s white bungalow. The first floor is still occupied by workers though.
The skies were always dry and sand always pressed on faces whenever we moved out of the house. But not that day.. not that day when we reached the place. The day was as cool as it ever could be. I still remember the emotional reunion that took place. And it was then the sun chose to shine on us. In 3 to 4 years, the time spent at her house was the most memorable.
This is written for a prompt at Skeptic Kaddish hosted by Britta Benson.
I am very elated to tell you guys that I recently hosted a prompt at Skeptic Kaddish . Do check it out! I received amazing responses from different poets and they took the groovy challenge extremely well!
Rules
Your poem must be no more than 16 lines;
It must include the word ‘groovy’
It's Light,
The doors held ajar,
Unto the striking dark,
And in and in it traveled,
And burst in more shards.
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Shards of gold they were,
Primmest of diamonds they were.
To cover the deadly expanse of dark,
They slackened in ribbons to disembark.
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The big or small scrapers,
All looked like little tiny huts above,
Snoring and grumbling in sleep
People awaited its touch-a sly sneak.
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Light traversed and it took
A groovy path- into nooks,
I tell you, twas a wonderful element.
Before we moved into the deep trenches of blue.
This was the first time I hosted a prompt! Thank you David for hosting wonderful W3 prompts and allowing poets to challenge themselves!😃
He is successful and desired.
Ignored times -skewed in italics,
The gleaming face had once perspired,
Smile behind a mask of wrinkles
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And she is successful and pretty.
And she has tons of makeup,
Just hanging over- a thinly veil,
Over Ringed eyes, ugly red circles.
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They look awfully suited in this moment
Noting and recording their bare performance,
But there were tons of rehearsals and torment.
And - a Long tunnel-before the opening.
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Shadows unhook in the dim of night,
The ballerina leaps and crowds sway,
Postures tried, cut out answers.
Glasses clinch, roars of gay.
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Fear, beads of sweat, knee quivers,
They stand and raise the glass of the day,
Teeth shearing clothwhile writing,
She is dressed in a gown of pearls.
Habits tried, crumple,restart,
He unconsciously checks the time,
Nights black and dreary,
They give a calm smile.
A child before the mirror,
Reciting the same verse,
A man before the crowd,
Dictating the same verse.
Moments being sewed together,
Celebrations and cries of joy,
Cut out hands being put together
To this day of glory and shine.
As you can clearly see, the alterations are between the past and the present. It is a chiaroscuro of past and present! We would leave the meaning upto you!
Hello guys this is Khushi, one of the Duo Disseminators. Along with writing content that is usually aimed politically, you will also find us writing poems, short stories.
So, I am writing this poem as a reflection my own view towards life, what I believe is what carries me forward to see more of life. Hope you like it.
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How long will materiality define emotions?
Where to go if loved ones mislead our way?
Is it too hard to believe that you can live?
In Solitude, on your own terms, with nothing to dismay?
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My attachment isn’t always to this present,
Neither people, nor pets,
What makes me want to live is an,
Unseen, unheard, invisible debt
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A want to experience
The contendednes of publishing a book
The feel of playing piano in spotlight
The vibe of a Renaissance look
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To spill the paints on a white canvas
To dance on road like a maniac,
To drive a car with sad music on
To become a philosophical brainiac
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These desires out of question instill a want to see them in reality,
Two different worlds coexisting together,
The world of dreams where everything becomes real ,
The world of reality where hope rises and bring them closer.
Pity yell~ow drops did still etch your godly name…
It made it remain, you know fate.
Trust the dead at least.
At least one from doing any more feat.
Now I know Ican see
Fate was not in for me.
When two persons draw apart.
One has to fall apart.
Fate dropped its finger at me mischievously.
But I – I am the antagonist of my own reality
I carried you and faced it far.
Waves hitting, tornadoes blooming as I look afar.
It was for some time eventually.
Carving out hollow eventually.
‘Do such people remain unfixed for a thousand years?‘
Tis’ good but the effect just wears.
What I see now is don’t know why but thuds true.
To align to remain to stay there n behind.
Never moved a step from ‘sorrow’ n inclined.
There was always a line of chalk,
Thin but it was easy, shouldn’t have taken a back walk.
So, relinquished slowly numbly..
But before any time this final heave.
Know that I had space some more room..
But I remained by a choice not a request.
Hollow till the end.
And- AhHh……….
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Inside a tornado unfurling,
Its as still as..
Death(d)
Almost empty
Almost hollow.
~Kunjal.G
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