shooting flames throw some light dark secrets from past tumble out - fond memories take a flight diaries hidden In book covers speak a different language than warmth of fireplace I freeze - a chill hovers neither a pull, nor a hook my once cherished inglenook https://dversepoets.com/2020/12/14/quadrille-118-in-the-inglenook/
terror dancing in the hallI watched the mask fallThey called him by a different nameAdolf written all over the game I watched the mask falla dictatorial culture enthralledAdolf written all over the gameOne by one, they emerge from the mane a dictatorial culture enthralledmore than one in the mask, what gall!One by one, they emerge … Continue reading Adolf written all over the game
vigour and fervour hands that clasp mine hold promises for a future Relaxed, I roam around waiting to be called back there is no sound… I come back to the cosy place an unfamiliar iron grip Rings alarms - it is too late I’m placed under house arrest a public speech, new promises there they … Continue reading Tightening grips
Heartwarming brings to mind the 4 years spent with my dog love, Chappy… A few glimpses Scene 1 She is being cajoled to join us for the Laxmi Puja (a worship ritual) on Diwali, but no response. The noise of crackers outside created sever discomfort for her, and she was hiding under the bed. We … Continue reading Heartwarming
pulled bydark memoriespushed by dreams, parts of meride ahead - I disentanglemyself https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2020/12/15/weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-203-ekphrastic-photoprompt-2/
untainted untouched yet not a virgin… It is a place where ideas meet form neural pathways blossom to take different shapes and mingle with my life I’m fiercely possessive I don’t share keep it away from crooks It is my Zen corner My inglenook… https://dversepoets.com/2020/12/14/quadrille-118-in-the-inglenook/
Hand-in-hand ….. by Happy Soul
Growing up together
Rejoicing every win
Love somewhere started to brew
Hand in hand we walked through!
Unfortunate mishap
Lucky, you were alive
In the air, broken hand flew
Hand in hand we walked it through!
Prosthetic hands IN
Tough, indeed a blessing
It’s all metal, no skin no tissues
Hand in hand we walked through!
No more caressing touch
No hi-five, no sound of claps
It’s destiny, nothing much we can do
Hand in hand we will walk through!
I still feel the warmth
I feel my hands clasped in yours,
These eyes convey the feelings so true
Hand in hand we will walk through!
In the roller coaster
Of this life we live
I promise I will always be with you
Hand in hand we will walk through!
Thank you Reena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge .
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Don’t miss the beautiful piece —Your hands, My words … by Punam
Your hands hold me protectively
my hands write, evoke life’s glory
the give and take, the working in tandem theory
unfolding every day a new story!
Your hands are pragmatic and solid
keeping me grounded on world stage well nigh!
my words rise loftily high
building a mansion in the sky!
Your hands are cool and neutral
not withdrawn but working methodically
my words spill moodily
somewhat convinced but not completely!
Your strong hands are lovingly gentle
making me twirl giddily on my feet
my words are shy and sweet
promising you heaven, when with thine they meet!
Your hands span my waist
spinning my world dizzily
my words unfurl softly
caressing your feelings tenderly!
Your hands weave magic mostly
with joy they make me scream
my words gush forth like a stream
passionate and full of dreams!
Our hands discover and create
as we continue on this…
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Hand Holding …….. by VJ Knutson
Father’s grip
controlling crush
warned against
disobedience
First love
Grade one
holding hands
walking home
A sister’s hand –
frail flesh stretched
over aching bones –
clung to mine
until too hot to touch
I had to let go
while she surrendered
her last breath.
A lover’s hand
lacks stillness –
strokes and cajoles
sensuality evoking desire
Held my children’s hands
with my heart –
never wanting to let go
prideful possession
A granddaughter’s fist
still pink from birthing
wraps around my finger
gripping the unknown
with the ferocity of
one hungry for life
Husband’s hand
reaches for mine
conveys support –
strength to propel
me forward.
Hands convey
what the mind cannot –
a secret language
nuanced for life’s moments
leaving deep impressions.
(Hand Holding first appeared here August, 2018. I submit an edited edition here for Reena’s Exploration challenge: hands. Image from personal collection.)
