Five-point retrouvaille

(Artwork done last month)

Five-point retrouvaille

The warmth;

warm milk, fruits, eggs and stories stir

aroma, a place of

deep livilence—

forget.

Forget 

the conditional, if and but

love; move, the sky is pink;

songs of freedom, 

stargaze.

Stargaze,

the shine in the eyes is stardust;

reminiscence of the 

eternal home,

calmness.

Calmness 

of a corner full of colours 

and words; sky is deep blue

dulcet poesy,

halcyon.

Halcyon 

homecoming to the heart, a place 

to rest, to know the self.

Songs of freedom;

The warmth.

Written for MTB: Five Leavings from Home where you are asked to write a crown cinquain.

Yugen

It's  blue and orange 

and  some white and black,

tarnished.

Where the moon can take you

is where the tarnished blue and orange can. 

The leaf-less tree branches 

and the texture of the moon.

Yesteryear,

mingled with joy and sadness 

where you weave lost dreams 

with new ones. 

An unknown pain, the longing 

for some places and 

an urge to create?

Hiraeth?   Fernweh?  Toska?

Moon.

Written first as an accompaniment for today's sketchbook work; later changed some lines for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics: Adagio for Strings.

Here Kim says to express your thoughts after listening to the music.

Wiener Philharmoniker conducted by Gustavo Dudamel.

A Xenolith-ian sin

It was her HOME; their

dining table was love

and exotic stories.

Years after     she asked,

syllables of truth;

their ego grew like Ravana’s heads.

Suddenly the home erupted;

a xenolith of poison solidified. 

She fell apart, xenocryst, 

The home became 

a xenolith-ian sin.

Written for dVerse Poets Pub -- Quadrille #255: X marks the spot

Here Melissa asks to write a Quadrille (poem with 44 words) and it must have the word 'xenolith' in it. 

Ravana's heads -- Ravana is the ten-headed antagonist of the epic Ramayana.

We make trivial stories

We make trivial stories 

The laundry basket smirked and won't shut its mouth.

“Your bike's key?!” I mumbled.

I don't like multi-tasking.

I couldn't stop thinking about last night.

Why is September so hot this year?

When all the lady’s fingers are cut in the same size, the dish looks good.

My canvas is still blank and the moon stayed in my mind.

There is a new thriller on Netflix.

The washing machine played its tune to end the chore. 

I must sit with a coffee to write.

Last night we entered the shop through the half-closed shutter.

Jack Reacher walked away with just a toothbrush.

The half closed shutter took me back to my school's backyard and to the little adventures of our school days.

Not just the moon but a reflection in the pond too. 

The canvas can't wait now.

I love my noon siesta when you are here. 

The weekend is here.

“Mom, I had a dream.” We sit to interpret.

Written for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetry Form: Descort

To know about Descort Poem visit  --Source and credit for the sample poem .

Marriages are made in heaven

Written for dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: Wedding Bliss.

 Here Mish asks to reflect on a wedding for the Haibun. It could be yours, the wedding of friends, family or even a wedding you observed from a distance. 

When you have an ocean in a few words,

The one who reads discovers their own reflection.

The writer vanishes. Meanings change.

Life

Written for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night#414 where an optional mini-prompt is given---Instructions Before Visiting Earth by James McCrae.  And also, for those who missed the Mr Linky deadline the past week or this Tuesday’s poetics “Pulling poetry from the landscape” this is also an opportunity to share the poem. 

Wild Cloud Dreams

Written for dVerse Poets Pub, MTB compounding the stem with Laura Bloomsbury. In her words, Compounding the Stem we are composing in the style of the Compound Word Verse with 8/8/3 syllables per line and a rhyme scheme of a,a,b whereby the third line is rhymed on the stem of a compound word and is included in the title.