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Sunday, December 16, 2018

Sweetheart

The image is taken from Pixabay

Sweeter than honey, your words flowed through my veins,
Wilder than the abandoned grass, my love grew,
Evergreen, it flourished for you,
Everlasting, your promises echoed in my body,
Tender memories kept me warm on the cold nights, as my
Heart refused to let go of a dream,
Even when you insisted it was over between us.
Away, you went, laughing and wooing another girl,
Repeating the same promises in a husky tone.
Trust me, my sweetheart, you will be mine alone.





The poem is written in Acrostic style. 

Monday, December 10, 2018

Ode to the Empty Nest

The image is taken from Pixabay

Flying in the dark sky on a cold evening,
small wings fluttering against the wintry chill,
searching in vain for the warmth of the lost home;
bird's quest for a nest.

Vast empty land greets the tried bird from beneath,
neither a tree nor a brick shelter in sight,
hungry and desperate for a miracle;
the bird gave up flight.

Not so far away, a mother sat waiting,
hoping for the return of its young fledgling,
buried deep under the layers of fresh white snow;
the nest was empty.

The first star rose higher, spreading its magic,
the breeze nudging the brave one to destiny,
a shallow and a sparrow found each other;
the nest was happy.



Sapphic Ode 

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Harley Quin

The image is taken from Pixabay

Sipping tea from my favorite Harlequin cup, I thought about the days in 1938. Popular as a narcissist, my life had more tears than laughter.
“Granny! We got daffodils for you.”
It was the twins, Harley and Quin.
They gifted me smiles and peace. 

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Ice in my Veins


Smiling like a star,
with ice in my veins.

Sparkling like a gem,
with ice in my veins.

Voice of an angel,
with ice in my veins.

Dressed like a doll,
with ice in my veins.

Skin smooth as satin,
with ice in my veins.

Laughing like a child,
with ice in my veins.

Moving like a temptress,
with ice in my veins.

Living like a queen,
with ice in my veins.

Alone among hundreds,
with ice in my veins.

No one to trust,
with ice in my veins.

Staring at the fake smiles,
with ice in my veins.

My heart froze long ago,
with ice in my veins.

Alive, but dead inside,
with ice in my veins.

What a life to live,
with ice in my veins!!!



Chant style poem.