A deep, delicious ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ earth and sky --
A gracious ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ wakening,
The morn has been ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ restless ¦¦¦¦¦
In which the pulse ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ran ¦¦¦ high
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ its heart went nigh
¦¦¦ bursting with delights ¦¦¦¦ uttering:
Now--as an o'erjoyed child ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
All falteringly at play, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pictures of a fairy-tale
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ dreams ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ comes o'er the day
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ silence wherein all sounds fail
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ sounds of some roundelay . . .
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ effort ¦¦¦¦¦¦ may avail --
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the dozer sinks away.
(Blackout of A Noon Interval by James Whitcomb Riley)
Written: November 09, 2023, For Ink Empress Tetractys Contest
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flock of starlings flaps the sky, synchronized
then swirl and streak
draw dark ink
whirls who
wink
wren
half hushed
twink tripped through
swing farmhouse spins
wren chicks chirp falteringly ~ this too learned
beyond the sting of the earth's strictness, yank
waves carry my
emails, news
of strong
love
Checked with HMS.COM ( 1-2-3-4-10)
I did
I
Apparently
Blindly
Cautiously
Delicately
Enthusiastically
Falteringly
Gracefully
Haphazardly
Innocently
Jokingly
Kaleidoscopically
Lamentably
mostly Masterfully
not Necessarily
Obviously Ostentatiously
Playfully but Practically
Questionably
Readily
Silently
Thankfully
Unusually
Vivaciously
Wickedly
eXcellently
Youthfully
Zestfully
Changed my mind.
© Sangeet Portals, October 2022
When I hold the pen,
it trembles in my hand; the poem.
The catharsis.
Zero minus, to no to everything
against the main stream.
You start kinking.
Gawking ?
Every night I carry my glitches
to bed, to fight my demons.
Falteringly, you speak:
it should not have happened.
The genetic aberration ?
Nudges the crass exhibition
of alphabets of exorcism.
You invoke the dumb gods, who will
not vacate the accelerandos.
Satish Verma
A distorted shadow of a vagabond
goes the field bobbing up and down
in the sunny and warm spring day’s shimmering air
For the flowers in the field are at their best,
the birds on the treetops enjoy to their hearts content
The upside-down green grass field, see through between hind legs
of a fawn who knelt to quench his thirst from the stream where
the sparkling water bubbled up from the spring overflows,
is the deep blue sky extended to the boundless infinity
The meadow,
where the colt gallops while flapping his mane in air
though they are yet to be grown;
the grassland,
where the calf follows her mother with the slender
and effeminate legs though walk falteringly,
is the deep blue sky joined in the horizon laying yonder
Although, the flowers in the field
and the foot of mountains is sweet-scented and brilliant,
and the birds in the woods and the groves are singing
joyfully and chirping their day away,
why the heart of vagabond who was shoved and pushed by the sunlight,
and, now, walks to the horizon between sky and the prairie as a piece of
drifting cloud, is so lonely and dejected
They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night,
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.
Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.
Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass;
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.
Let me tell you about my dream
My father said, putting me on his lap
It was a dream that has always seemed
Too impossible and hard to grasp
I dreamt that I was alone on a cloud
Looking at our nature being felled
Observing the glacial mountains dwell
Not up high but down so low
Destroying our lands as foolhardy foes
I saw the florid flowers darken as dried blood
As they greeted the ground with bowed heads
Giving scent not to the skies but to mud
I saw pain leaking from fettered petals
That fitfully designed our earth as devils
Beside me, there sat many grey clouds
It was a scene so hard to fathom
Never once seen color that shrouds
The sky above, that was for purity an emblem
I was surprised but thankful it was just a dream
For in reality it’s illicit to fell
And impossible for grey clouds to dwell
In our atmosphere, an idiosyncrasy of purity
Humans will never accept such ignominy
And never become iconoclasts
For our nature is our identity.
I falteringly smiled with a tear in my eye
I didn’t expect my father to ask why
I just looked at his clouded eyes and said with tender
You’re right dad Thank God it was just a dream.
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