Thrilled to travel to a coastal region in India, I was only six…
with my mother and a little sister, lived in relative's palatial bungalow,
admired lace curtains with hand-embroidered pictures of deer and peacocks,
plush carpeted floors, elegant furniture with glass-top tables…
what took my breath away was the evening stroll, a few minutes walk
to the beach, frolic with sapphire waves lapping on the shore!
sometimes couldn't race back fast enough as we chased the waves,
slipped, and got fully drenched, our bodies covered with sand.
sublime chimes from a temple announcing evening-prayer mesmerized senses,
taste-buds were satisfied with plain but mouth-watering treats -
luscious fruits, crunchy nuts, pieces of sweets, savoury bites,
I still hear the splashing waves, when holding the conch I collected, to my ear,
remember the ethereal colour of the vermilion sunset on the horizon,
lonely fishing boats sailing far away in the sea as if with no destination,
emerald water and amber sky touching each other in an embrace.
She is picture perfect in broken glass,
Wearing the look of a heartbroken lass,
Lilacs bloom, but she's not aware, alas!
~
Lavender life goes on, leaves her behind,
For it knows of her hopeless state of mind,
She's in a flux, a depressed black hole bind;
~
Who can rescue her from this forlorn mood?
For she seems saddened and by sorrow blued,
Shards pierced her heart, she cries in solitude;
~
Let her free her mind and bawl in silence,
Bipolar woes have given her license !!
Help her stand against strife in defiance !!
~
Be there for her when she goes through such times,
Pick up the shattered mirror shards sometimes,
Aid her as she builds from them tinkling chimes !!
©Joanna Daniel (26.08.26)
Music to the ear
glistening jeweled beauties
dancing in the wind
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The meteorologist gestures grandly at his map~
meanwhile, my knees whisper
clandestine truths
in Morse code crackles.
The barometer lies, but my hips remember
every coming storm
with impeccable timing,
like a retired sea captain
who still smells salt in the wind.
Seventy years, and the best forecast comes
from vertebrae chiming like wind chimes
in November.
I am Winter and almost here,
you must give me a huge cheer.
I will bring you a day that is clear,
but watch out for the ice my dear.
My white snow can be so much fun,
sometimes I can bring you a ton.
Now go out and run ~ run,
before I am melted by the big bright sun.
I can bring a real cold time,
making for an early bedtime.
My wind will make the bells chime,
giving off a pretty rhyme.
Before you know it Winter will be gone,
Spring will bring in a new dawn.
Next year I will bring back a pretty white lawn,
until then just carry on.
I had forgotten about the wind chimes
until the deep tones brightly chimed
in the wind and I felt a deep comfort
knowing that the chimes, a berevement gift,
brought forth the thought of my beloved son
and someone who wanted to honor his memory
the wind chimes hang aimlessly
a rare event on a summer day in Kansas
they are usually whipping around
jingling a cheery tune
as if we are getting ready to be blown to Oz
Soft musical chimes
Silenced by autumn's still air
Poised for winter
"LISTEN to the Wind as it sparks your imagination giving life to the words you write." By Poet
LISTEN to the wind as it softy blows,
so soft it can barely be felt as I write.
As I find gentle words for my pen to write with,
words filled with love and peace for my reader.
LISTEN to the wind as it blows the leaves,
colorful fall leaves dance across the ground.
Now let my words dance in pretty fall colors,
dance across the written page for you to enjoy.
LISTEN to the wind as it blows in a storm,
winds are picking up with mighty power.
Powerful words can blow in both good and bad,
exciting my many readers saying, wow!
LISTEN to the wind as it blows in words,
windchimes will now start to sing to you and me.
Singing chimes and words can bring love to the air,
for a heavenly choir to sing out loud.
LISTEN to the wind as it sparks my writing,
and imagination giving life to my words,
making my readers celebrate what they have read.
When the wind chimes high
when the wind chimes low
through the links
in his kilt he'll go
all the lassies say hello
Donald where's your troosers?
A slimy heel slippery eel
tho' no feared he'd take the fall(s)
he lost his breeks on the course
where caddies dropped (all) his ball(s)
With apologies to Andy Stewart (1933 – 1993)
DEBJANI MITRA
Free verse
MIDNIGHT CHIMES (COLLABORATION WITH DEBJANI MITRA)
This poem is an English translation of one of the beautiful Bengali poem of PS poet MALABIKA RAY CHOUDHURY
Midnight chimes unveil in cascade,
glances of your shimmering face
engulfing me in a transient dream...
As if you never went away!
As if I didn't wake up to see you're gone!
As if I no longer felt the shatters of pain
swaying back and forth, in an empty swing.
And nothing meant anything anymore.
Yet I know that I will hold you forever,
caressing you in the cradle of the moon.
Oh Yes! The enigma of your velvet touch
Is forever my own,
In symphony of the floral sea, and
In embrace of the endless sky.
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2025
want to hear from you
not with you laying it out
but in clangs and chimes
that evoke my own response ~
easier to write that way
Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock
From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird
Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast
Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning fire..
Endless zest..desire
No dull lull
No bore draw
Simple...aspire
To score more!
It's not arcane
Stokes campaign & reign
Train like you're insane
Always entertain!
Remember us flounder
In the gutter
Trounced...17 on the bounce
Could we have found
Pound for pounder
Better all rounder
Nutter...go getter
Sounder founder
Run rate record setter
Of the evolution
And revolution
Of Test cricket
Toe to toe
Blow by blow
Heave ho
Give us a ticket
In the Baz ball or
Ben buzz grotto
Gung Ho motto
You will never know
Till you give it a go!
This poem is an English translation of one of the beautiful Bengali poem of PS poet Malabika Ray.
Midnight chimes unveil in cascade,
glances of your shimmering face
engulfing me in a transient dream...
As if you never went away!
As if I didn't wake up to see you're gone!
As if I no longer felt the shatters of pain
swaying back and forth, in an empty swing.
And nothing meant anything anymore.
Yet I know that I will hold you forever,
caressing you in the cradle of the moon.
Oh Yes! The enigma of your velvet touch
Is forever my own,
In symphony of the floral sea, and
In embrace of the endless sky.
Chimes
The nap limit per day the
front porch chimes have put on
me leaves a
very bad taste in
my mouth! Oh they’re all
totally UNFAIR rules. Their rules ULTRA ache
my brain!
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