In response to The Living Poetry prompt – Summer/Winter, I produced a half sonnet. The reason I called it half is because I managed 7 lines, 10 syllabus each line, with no iambic pentameter or rhyme. đ€Ș
You came in the deep of the darkest night
The leaves stripped off the trees by violence
You sealed their fate with humiliation
Snow white wedding gown on threadbare body
The bride weeped bitterly in her slender
Larmenting her beauty taken by you
Your treacherous hands ruined the most pure
The Living Poetry prompt – Backyard
I spent many lone nights
swaddled in a rainbow hammock
by the crackling firepit
in my manicured backyard
under the clear stary sky
in cold deep winters
Many poems were born
from frozen fingers tapping
on a frosted screen
when the embers started to go out
in the wee hours of the night
With a final sense of satisfaction
I straightened my beanie
wrapped myself in the wool blanket
resettled in my ugg boots
hurried into the house
where everybody I loved
were all in a deep sleep
This is the recent collaboration with Benjamin Grossman which helped me greatly in breaking my writing ‘numbness’. Please check out Ben’s blog if you have not already read his amazing work.Â
The glacial battle begins in our heads
Face pressed to the sun-pierced windowpane
January snow in recession, the signs of regressionÂ
Half hidden like an iceberg in the arctic waterÂ
And where once a soft glow illuminated the surfaceÂ
Only the placement of desolation remains
Reverberating silent screamsÂ
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There is no one way of knowing cold
The stages are fluid and transient
Its meaning bitterly ambiguousÂ
Yet in rare lucid moments, I see husks
An empty bed, scarred skin, chattered teeth
Spirit-numbed mind, missed meals, vacant smiles
There is no one way of knowing cold
Its symptoms appear to have no rhyme or reason
Although they move with wintry doom
From person to person increasing in aggressionÂ
Till you understand the meaning of icy
Which unbeknownst to us creeps in successionÂ
There is no one way of knowing coldÂ
Though maybe itâs always the same
Emotional and physical reactionÂ
A state of feeling dangerously low
Struggling to survive between cold and colder
The very same polar opposites: Arctic and Antarctica
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winter is mind numbingly long
staring at the icicles
they dove down like pool splash
from the overwhelmed roof
formed a curtain to
shield my tiresome eyes
from the morning haze
sometimes they look like
a baby’s temper tantrum tears
sometimes they glare at me like
a group of flying darts
sometimes they bloom like
frozen dandelions
winter is mind numbingly long
today they resemble
my hair turned grey overnight
I should have kept
hibernating
(Photo from picsbud.com)
Cupping my heart with your hands
My fairest
Bundle of warmth
In the desolate place, in the deep winter
Snowflakes melting
With you in my embrace
there is music and lyrics again
the ocean with hues
the valley with shades
My breathing once again meaningful
You came so I could be found again
Now my Love
My heart just blossoms in time for Spring
Flicker of Thoughts 