Grown-up, am I? shadows wanting control linger on in my space voices of disapproval ring on endlessly Grown-up, am I? castigating me in public spaces feeds their fragile egos not bothering about mine Grown-up, am I? leave them to their smallness, insecurities let them evolve at their own pace I shrug off and move on … Continue reading Grown-up, am I? #FFFC
I pack gifts In glittering stars with lots of love and some disdain… I wish they’d taken my thoughts afar given understanding as regular refrain I set the table in red, green go the flavours I hope they appreciate a multi-hued brain matching steps with them merry song and dance I dream of companions on … Continue reading Xmas Poem
We are not the same people, you knowdays, weeks, months go by, with millions of breathsto each moment lived, I place a wreathWe may forget, but we reap what we sow days, weeks, months go by, with millions of breathsEtched on life - purify me like never beforeWe may forget, but we reap what we … Continue reading We are not the same people
The dice tumbled and the table leaned forward with held breath would it be a one or a six? given a chance it wants spherical dice where numbers mix wiped out dots to give opportunities to guess with some time to correct the mess dice lands on a rough surface a polished side gleaming A … Continue reading Rolling Dice
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
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/
her arrogance painted in wine on walls pushes him deeper in agony submerged in blues - a peculiar shade not of his choice purple drinks of superciliousness greet visitors -as they long for vibrant vibes or peaceful whites In their humble abodes I see dark shadows entwined in leafy greens as I take a flight … Continue reading Narcissist colors
A hand that held me showed me a mansion in the sky I lived with that dream In days gone by… A hand that clasped my wrist banged me against walls I lived with nightmares days did not go by… A hand floating away In blue waters He cried … but no response I think … Continue reading Days gone by
