Young James always appears to be lazy.
Due to inertness, his mind gets hazy.
To the pool, he makes a tread.
Into it, he dips his head.
Losing his grip, he topples. How crazy!
‘ Be frank and open-minded to unveil yourself. ‘ - Poet
UNVEIL
I swim and sink
in ocean of your deep emotion!
I wish to drink
your dormant desires .
Why inertness shown?
Supernal elegance you own.
My sweetheart.
Why wobbling!
Unveil your heart.
Your amorous urge
surging in your heart!
Yet, acting introvert !
Your bubbling blood
to flow in flood.
Why hesitant!
Act vibrant.
Feelings not to let chilled.
Unveil your heart
My sweetheart.
11/06/22
Second place
Writing Challenge ‘Unburden - A U-word’
Contest by Constance La France
With censure, the leading spirit communicates its highness.
And the eye arises a long way from the dull streets of weakness.
Further, the disjunction of space and my uneasiness.
An arousing statement that jeopardizes interval inertness.
Gently pick your dear heart's friend with tact and skillfulness.
Not all people's sore hearts are suitable for our genuine kindness.
Assuming the need to evaluate, arbitrarily pick your friendliness.
You merely relish times when you don't prefer dreadful loneliness.
Written: September 5, 2021
do
finished, complete
performing, executing, undertaking
function, affair, death, inertness
perishing, departing, expiring,
deceased, lifeless
die
Date created: 08/10/2021
There being no such thing as inertness
For all that is, is deeply intimate,
Each touch a caress of our aliveness,
Unless hypnotic stupor did sedate,
Deadening us to the throb that pulsates.
Subtle vibrations within do beckon,
Oft negated by ego suggestion.
Yet if we be steadfast in our resolve,
Stillness and silence ushers elation:
As dark delusion does slowly dissolve.
14-October-2020
Two joined elements swirl around
Into its lungs with wisp of sound
Turning its blood from blue to red
Preserving life as cells are sped
And though not regnant is the right
Concentration to give it flight
From inertness so its mind
Can pursue and happiness find
If not enough then judgments slow
And other gasses overflow
Causing bones and muscles to shout
Till its progress quickly flames out
But if too much its lungs grow weak
Slowing its independence streak
Making the tissues distended
Weight that was never intended
Breathe just enough of life’s tonic
To perfuse a fit republic
Ever poor so it can’t ruin us
Ever meek so it won’t rule us
The world dims to a standstill in shouting
incoherencies the fluttering heart spew, clinching
on today through the vagaries of inertness,
and seeking liberty, he sings the song of
life.
Then the finality of death.
And Agni's dance.
The soul ascends from the smouldering
cinders gradually dying and strives for salvation
in aether, becoming one with the universe,
as the universe was always him.
Fifteen days of mourning. Eight opinions.
Five brahmins to feed.
Twelve pieces of jewelry to melt.
Fish to eat.
Dhoti to wear.
Lassi to drink.
Judgment to fear.
On the sixteenth day,
a completion is attained,
and things return to normalcy.
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Date: 09 / 01 / 2017
There’s no palpitation in words
No heart-beat in poetry
To break your inertness
I called you aloud
Sand particles dripped down
Beneath my feet
You are a silhouette.
Green leaves of the evergreen forest
Fell down,
Covered the red soil.
My entire life is spent awaiting
Lest these words would return back
Clouds of the sky have covered
The purple crescent moon.
Wild wind is blowing
Pride of the recent hill
Broken, scattered on the way
But where’s these words
Why are n’t they returning ?
For entire life I am standing
High above the realm of thoughts
All alone silently,
Alas ! My pertaining words !
Which Star is Mine?
I walk along this starry beach,
Not one with its brightness can I reach.
I stretch my arms until they hurt,
Stretching, stretching I become inert.
I ask with hope, “Which star is mine?”
The stars twinkle and shine down on me,
I see their reflection in this calm sea.
They look like holes punched in the sky,
They are bright like diamonds that will never die.
I ask with faith, “Which star is mine?”
There are clusters of stars in all sizes,
They will disappear when the sun rises.
Now that my inertness is gone,
I must grab my star before the dawn.
I ask with love, “Which star in mine?”
I see a shooting star falling down,
Is that my star, is that my crown?
It passes on my left, reappears on my right,
The streak of the star is fiery and bright.
I ask God, “Which star is mine?”
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
Around all material possessions, that I see each day,
Emptiness abounds within, where I rest my thoughts,
I come and go when times sets and rises, which,
Parades around emotions, I have lost.
My minutes spread outward, found nowhere.
I can look, touch, but do not see or feel.
Smells of you, still linger in this emptiness.
Sensations grab my arrivals, departures.
This empty apartment was only full with--
You, dedicating and dressing this abode,
Our departing affections still haunt here.
Even music has no echo, within these walls.
Your tenure was the bass, treble of life
No more reverberations from emptiness,
My thoughts expand; though do not fill,
What emptiness, you have left me to steal,
Emptiness is unfilled, a space that surrounds.
Without you, my life, I am an empty apartment.
That shelters, not even me, as it seems.
My desires weak, I exist in barrenness.
For now and always, I have only inertness.
For
Sponsor Matt Caliri
Contest Name Empty Apartment