humans in boxes complain the box is different from what others live in… they feel uncomfortable In fresh air It’s scary, they say too much freedom… They look for a change of box not a way out maybe a way to a larger box https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/25/dverse-quadrille-119-no-way-way/
I remember a poem called ‘A reason or a season” widely in circulation on social media a couple of years back. The poet opined that people come into our lives with a specific purpose, and we should let them go when they choose to go.The purpose has been fulfilled. What disconnects is a vital clue … Continue reading Connections
Pete Linforth on Pixabay I spoke to two friends today - a corporate executive and a doctor. Both echoed the same thoughts in response to “How are things with you?” The fifty plus generation does not have much paid work left to do, We have hit a glass ceiling. Experience is an impediment to those … Continue reading Bone-Weary
this is not a painting emotions spilling over all over the place in different colors overlapping asserting resisting merging creating illusions calling for attention…. forming shapes drawing boundaries underplaying some- emphasising other structures to make sense… I look at leaves of hope I painted on top of chaos to make it look like a work … Continue reading A work of art
landing dab in the middle of chaotic states being stabbed where voice originates nobody has a clue of the grit it takes to just survive, not win or create majorities always win without debate it feels as if makers of the world died intestate https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/11/quadrille-119-dabbling-in-poetry/
LINK TO SELECTED POEM https://allpoetry.com/poems/about/Unusual STATIC PEOPLE by reflection shadows Parts of me fails to understand. Between silence and television calm. There is a blank empty canvas in me. That seems to eat the planets in space, and devour it all. To drift between chaos and order. My own shadow sits; and screams! It's tears … Continue reading Name the Weapon
It is the same Sun that greets me every morning. I don my eye-glasses, and strain the eyes to see if there are any additional rays in the aura around it. A year has passed, and it should reflect in the Sun’s achievements - like a new medal. I think of all the shades of … Continue reading Same Sun, New Colors
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/
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/
