THE KEY
Imprisoned in a nameless world
She has forgotten to pine
It was always like this as it were
Only an endless present
She smiles
Like a newborn in sleep
If you call her
She will look up
Though not sure if that word (name)
Belongs to her
Days into nights
And nights into days
She breathes and vegetates
All this because she has lost
Her key to the past
Never to be retrieved
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ The Key @
Poets United
IMPOSSIBLE PLACE
My long tentacles of attachment
Do not let me go to the place
Where Words made of light
Vibrate giving clarion call
To follow them wholeheartedly
I shudder to let go of my desire
To make a feast with my senses
Of the world with all its
Color, music and form
That is both hard and soft
I cannot dream of my taste buds
Becoming snails on a dry and rough path
Yet those shining, smiling Words
Beckon to their dwelling place
Which is so high from this ground
And I know that craggy uphill path
Is not for me at all
Still they keep on sending signals
And whisper in my dream
To shed of some parts of me
Only to be with them which I cannot
Posted for Peggy’s prompt An Impossible Place
@ Poetry Jam
PARTY
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Clinking, bubbling mirth
Party-aficionados
Red bleary-eyed boss
ECSTASY
Ecstasy is supreme joy
Caused by an inner bliss
Self breathes relief and peace
The stony mundane lid melts
Accentuating that godly shine
Such lighthouses warn and guide
Yet we have lost our eyes
(This poem belongs to the category of Name Poetry that tells about the word. It uses letters
of the word for the first letter of each line.)
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ PU
UFOs
(Haiku in 3-5-3 format)
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UFOs
Pull the fancy tide
Hoaxers smile
THIRST
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Merciful heaven
Sends drops of kindness to all
A few receivers
Insatiable flames rise
We walk on contentment’s ash
Posted for
Alan’s prompt Thirst @ Poetry Jam
A DADAIST TANKA
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The piano fled
The snowy sun blew bunnies
Sassy lass sashayed
Tring ling bring dring sing song sing
The ants chased a football tooth
Posted for Victoria’s prompt @ d'Verse MTB
