to give up too much, too soon power of your will to trust too much, too soon withering relationships to reveal too much, too soon untested forums to suppress too much, too soon silent screams Folly is and Folly will be Surrender forever https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/27/dverse-poetics-427-mussendens-temple/
https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/20/poetics-the-charms-of-samuel-greenberg/ Credits: Prompt words chosen from ‘The pale Impromptu’ by S. Greenberg
Prompt words chosen Field.memory.magic Poem magic of memory pulls me back to a life once lived- fields now redefined reframed the way I like I use those routes to reach victory posts yet somehow unknowingly imperceptibly reach the traitors’ gate https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/13/three-little-words/
do you see circles, or see a line all things move from here to there are you depressed, or elated all depends on the hat you wear i move with little thought or care don’t overestimate importance write a page, then file or tear jump the gun, take a chance learn a step, or form … Continue reading Moving in circles
I build castles in the sand with footprints of the past traversing roads roads in time which did not live up to promises of childhood yet, the castles are intact…. A strange creature turns in sleep dreams of the castles he will build over mine and unleash a new era ruled by what I called … Continue reading Sandcastles
A blank canvas to paint your concepts and ideas enable you to brag show me off as a masterpiece, your best creation -is what you wanted you failed to think canvasses have a mind and colour of their own they decide how to interact with brushes and hues -help them to present a perfect picture … Continue reading Canvas
genes rejig expressions -of beauty already touched -songs already sung -colors splashed on the sky aeons ago nothing’s original except the magician who creates illusions of uniqueness, authenticity, immortalises delicate butterflies, breeds vanity of the swan I feel insecure tipped on points moving on circles whose toes am I stepping on? whose life am I … Continue reading Recycled Glory
west is where the sun sets, just to restmountains envelope the blazing sun-erased memories of the day callwith dusk, nightfall, imagined endings-azure, colour of hope now morphinginto grey, navy and then charcoalspring is a while away, not too farcool minds reflect, it's not end of day P.S The prompt line is from Les Murray ‘September’ … Continue reading Nightfall
It’s always you, it’s not me, Mercury riding on your back with light you interact playing a game designed to sell You pass judgements on me…. You catch reflections bouncing back from my skin my core you’ll never catch it lies so deep beneath I master language write self-portraits use a few filters from fave … Continue reading It’s always me
There is a peculiar Indian term "wheatish complexion" used for medium skin tones. This poem is about a father's hopes for his bright daughter, who does not rank high on the 'light skin' scales. Her smiles lovelier than flowers in full bloom brighten my day more than the sun her almond eyes twinkle with mirth, … Continue reading Medium
