Speaking of the Sea

Seasons have passed me by, and time moves on.
My wandering thoughts turn towards the sea,
sitting in delicate balance upon

the waves, like footprints on a sodden beach.
Fewer waves ahead, yet less time to rest,
so much left unsaid, this my final speech.

Mine is a ballad that’s best left unsung.
But if, by chance, my name crosses your lips,
may it be waves of praise that grace your tongue.

The challenge in Poetics: Three from the Welsh speaking sea, from Laura at dVerse Poets Pub is to write a poem using three of five end-rhyme word sets from Raymond Garlick’s Welsh-Speaking Sea. So, three (or more) rhyming tercets, with no meter required, but with the added challenge of using pentameter. No real meter here, but still 10-syllable lines. The word sets (with the option to reverse each word order):

speech /

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #126

PROMPT #126

Here is the theme for this week.

Isolation makes some

lose their mental balance,

depressed

or destructive

some take it in their stride

and come up with

good works

some famous books were

written by people

in solitary confinement

Warped

I walk the walls,
my head around the corner
that lies beyond the door.
Precarious in this chair on the ceiling,
I cling to the fan that should not be
on the floor above me, spinning
me in starts and stops. In a world
of contradictions, I touch nothing
and everything at the same time.

Vertigo, my isolation.

This poem is my response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #126,
where the theme is Isolation. 

The following was written in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay 

Contagious, brutal

Isolation transcendent

We Must Be Patient

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #126

now a pandemic
tiny coronavirus
social distancing

तनहा हैं मेरे ख्वाब-ओ-ख़याल
मेरी कोई सदा तुझ तलक जाती नहीं ।१।

अंधियारी है अब मेरी हर एक रात
चाँद की मुझ तक झलक आती नहीं ।२।

पुकारना चाहता हूँ तुझे लेकर नाम तेरा
आवाज़ कोई मेरे हलक आती नहीं ।३।

कश-म-कश में हूँ कहाँ लेके जाऊँ इन्हे
बहुत भारी हैं सपने, पलक उठातीं नहीं ।४।

घुट रहा है दम मेरा इस कफ़न में अमित
ज़मीन मेरी नहीं, फलक बुलाती नहीं ।५।

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 126

I live in a rural part of the country where isolation is easy to come by and one that is readily chosen over the crowded city.

I do go to the city, it’s a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.

Where I live, my house sits on the edge of a flood plain, I have what I consider an ‘ocean view’ as I look out across fields rich in crops at this time of the year.

In this present time of rampant virus’, there’s an advantage in living where I do. I can shun society if I need to, though I do still need to go to the shops, which I did early this morning to stock up on all things necessary, bar toilet paper of course.

I like my own company a lot of the time, though I do find like company very rewarding…