You could say we never met
But I let you into my world
Muse come down from on high
In person personified,
Forever intertwined
Moving in different directions
Still you will remain
A part of my poem
Gentle and kind,
Forever intertwined
You were good to me
Always so sweet
I was horrible
We didn't meet
I think you're dear,
Forever intertwined
I give you my word
Unoriginal and old
A word I know I've broken
A promise I still intend,
Forever intertwined
I can see your glow
Walking out to me
Cutting through the haze
I cannot break my gaze,
Forever intertwined
Am I delusional?
I know that I am
But it's impossible to say goodbye
I'll carry you around with me
I don't even have to try,
Forever intertwined
I thought I'd killed this part of me
Asking an artist to control their senses
is akin to instructing a lark not to sing.
A painter would refuse such pretenses
and a poet could never do such a thing.
Bind my hands but don’t empty my ink well.
Leave me a scrap of paper to write upon
for it is my compulsion to break any spell
that steals my thoughts at first light of dawn.
No crown of a kingdom would I hold dear,
and no scepter would fit better in my hand
than the pen I cherish and always keep near
to capture rhymes at my heart's command.
I must fly free when a poem is being born.
Uncaged to wander in meadows for hours,
to write sonnets about a rose and its thorn,
darkness of mourning and summer showers.
Each line I pen is a precious jewel, a rare gem
that no one else can ever claim as their treasure.
No velvet cloak will I wear, with an ermine hem.
My poems are pearls used to take my measure,
Everything we hold dear,
Nothing stays forever,
Some are gone with the night,
Our loved ones part from us,
Keepsakes left in the light.
Everything we hold dear,
Forever remembered,
Scars hide in our chamber,
Some long for the gone days,
Until their last slumber.
Everything we hold dear,
Like stars in the night sky,
Like a blossoming meadow,
Nothing brings lasting joy,
Each becomes a shadow.
Everything we hold dear,
Symphony of the Soul,
Tranquil in turbulence,
Stillness in the tempest
Carousel of silence.
recall memories
that never cease in spirit-
keepsakes of the mind
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1.29.20
Senryu on Mind Poetry Contest
Jenish Somadas
O'er the hills of remembrance, I travel the height of every crest
To the valley of my memories
Where I left you with the best
Of them, fumbling through my reality
I hope and wish to find you there
In the arms of continuity
With raven locks of black hair
And in the twisted thicket grow
A long lost love sick with despair
But it shines with a warm glow
For the memories I hold so dear
There goes a magician casting his spell
Making words sway to his dance and bell
Sharing light and sunshine from his shell
Whispering secrets into minds to swell
Tall, Dark and Handsome he walked yonder
Leaving behind broken hearts beyond tender
Carrying his heavy heart torn asunder
Marching onward with stories to render
He walked tall, he walked straight
But he streamed alone all right
In glaring sunlight or inky night
Blazing a fiery trail with all his might
Wish him sun kissed days, moon drenched nights
Washing away his agonies aloft stars bright
Whispers of melody sinking in oh so faint
With the darling of his dreams to hold him forever tight
Do not let them win
Gather all you hold dear and-
Treat it as sacred.
lost inside my burning tears
swallowed by my mortal fears
lost inside myself i hear
i'm losing all that i hold dear
left inside the day to come
staring into past daylights
see you gazing at the sun
soon eclipse will show the nights
showing now that we have gone
lost inside a splintered soul
ourself we've lost inside the sun
find us again when we are whole
gone forever night has come
to view the beauty of the rose
i find solace within the gun
waiting for my life to close
fighting for our freedoms now
searching for our reasons how
we find ourself within our tear
losing all that we hold dear
and as we stare into the stars
the show the strings, and see the scars
Cold lonely and dark
A life is without focus
With none to hold dear