The Living Poetry – visual prompt
Raging anger burst your artery
Here we are
Living with the aftermath
I Sketched a Blogger Nude
I accepted a challenge to sketch a fellow blogger (The V Pub – Friends without Borders) based on one of his recent posts. The photo I was based on is one of the four photos. There are other bloggers sketched or painted based on the other three photos. So I took the challenge to sketch the one which has not been worked on.
Visual art is not my thing due to lack of training, skill or practice. I love colouring which is like therapy for me. So I consulted my painter friend. She gave me some tips on how to sketch facial features. I also asked her for some tips on sketching the penis. My ten year old overheard my video call with my friend. He came running in right after I shut off the video call. He enthusiastically demonstrated on paper how to draw a penis. I guess he practiced that at school fair a bit. Boys!
You may view my sketch and the photo here
#songshare – Tears in Heaven
Impossible Love
I don’t know
why I always love the impossible
Possibly
I am incapable of loving the possible
Maybe
I interpret love
to be an impossible notion
An imperfect soul
chases the impossible perfection
Grandpa’s Roommate
The old man shared the same room with grandpa
in a nursing home close by.
Every time I visited grandpa,
he sat on his bed,
facing the window.
I never knew him,
never once wanted to disturb.
I knew his back view very well,
bald head,
olive skin,
a white tailored t-shirt,
tattooed arms.
That day I didn’t see him.
The bed was empty.
Grandpa said he passed in peace.
“A blind man looking out the window
who wanted me to know
this is not a depressing place.”
I gave grandpa a big hug
pretending I didn’t see his tears.
The Pond
The pond on the family vineyard
is like a Catholic priest
witnesses celebratory family events
hears confession after confession
forever gives out forgiveness
peace loving
empathetic
gentle
still
Video by Cassa Bassa at Drayton Vineyard, Hunter Valley, NSW, Australia
Click here for more about the Drayton’s Family Wines
Peculiar Me
The garden flat I once lived
was so quiet.
There was this old copper tap dripping
made up the only noise.
I thought of putting some cheese out
to bait some mice to create more sound.
Then I got worried
that I would make them dependent.
And that would be unkind.
Sometimes I held my breath
to listen to the tap.
Just to be sure that
I was not alone.
My Reasoning
You didn’t live in my yesterdays.
You love me today.
I don’t see you in my tomorrows.
Isn’t love enough?
It isn’t enough when it doesn’t last.
How do you know it won’t last.
I saw your eyes.
They wandered.
Epiphany
The city in Spring was filled with misty rain.
You kept reminding her to take an umbrella.
But she always left without one.
You became her outdoor companion to keep her dry.
Summer storms came and went without warning.
There was no way you could prepare for that.
You gifted her a poncho tied with a yellow ribbon,
hoping it would keep her from the downpour.
One day you saw her running around a giant tree
with symphony of lightening and thunder.
Finally the epiphany hit you.
You were in love with a girl
whom you knew little about.
Flicker of Thoughts 