Folded neat a letter sleeps,
Paper has leant ear to pen,
Whispered ink slowly seeps,
Blood red blue in steady hand,
Those stabbing words so neatly planned,
Promise not if, but when.
Now the burning eye sweeps,
Through a letter on the desktop again,
While the heart behind blindly weeps.
Another hourglass losing sand,
Love choked by the wedding band,
This is now, that was then.
5/7/2018
ABACCB - "Rhyme Time 3 Contest"
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Categories:
desktop, break up, deep, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
A letter lies collecting dust
upon the corner of my desk,
like dead leaves on the winter’s crust.
‘Twas written by her years ago,
and leaving me was such a blow,
that brings back mem’ries so grotesque.
When love was young, our hearts aflame,
like embers burning, love on fire.
But she thought love was just a game,
or maybe thought her life bereft;
but either way she up and left;
this letter stating her desire.
May 7, 2018
Contest: Rhyme Time 3
Contest: Laura Loo
Categories:
desktop, divorce, lost love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Alone with my thoughts pensive up on the rooftop
I am finally unequivocally at peace with it all
You’ll find a letter on the desktop
It’s all been said we need to finally move on
Deep down we both know old feelings are gone
And it’s much too late and futile now to be analytical
Seems so clear today from as high as on a mountain top
Rational feelings dissolving all dark thoughts so cynical
Take heed unless you want to find your stuff at the local pawnshop
There’s no need to get emotional and call the Pentagon
With blown-up doomsday stories of Babylon or Armageddon
We did our best there’s really nothing diabolical fanatical or tragical
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 19, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE L sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and May 4, 2018 for contest RHYME TIME 3 sponsored by LAURA LOO
Categories:
desktop, break up, change, goodbye,
Form: Rhyme
Aug 2012
Chennai
From freshly showered wet,
to uncontrollable mess,
I need a hair tying thing
From oh such a jolly morning,
to what have I become,
Where have I come,
You keep staring at me
Under the silk bandana
above the red muffler
Soft pink lips, glowing skin
With that faint sad smile
the lack of sparkle in your eyes
Tired of me, still tied
You keep staring at me
Across the distance
From West Coast USA
to East Coast India
Across the time
Good to worse
Then to now
You keep staring at me
And I can barely meet your eyes
Categories:
desktop, absence, beauty, lonely, longing,
Form: Free verse
My desktop is as cluttered as my brain:
Lens cleaning wipes, two Handshake vouchers,
Visa receipts, envelope that contains
Tickets for a tragedy by Shakespeare
Outrageous fortune
And a thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
ARTix passport containing free coupons
For music, the theater, film and dance,
HP inkjet print cartridge that I won
With an old bingo 50-50 chance
Death of a salesman
Loman’s solo tragedy
Fate was even odds
A card reminder for an eye exam;
An unopened pocket tissue package;
Three incomplete poems and rubber bands;
A senior magazine with a torn page
I don’t like the frames.
I never use the damn things.
What should I title them?
Will my desk ever be neat and tidy?
No! Unless I have me a man Friday
Categories:
desktop, confusion
Form: Haiku