Day 7, neighboring the month 7,
The sky changed her cloak till they were 7.
At 7, on that day 7,
Mother cried, shouted, times like 7.
Then the infant with lips bellicosing,
Smiled 7, till doctor spanked, and cried in 7 rhythms.
At age 7, his muse led him in 7 paths:
Music, drawing, singing, reading, and three other arts.
At 7 per post- meridian, he prayed often.
7 Psalms he read, schools he went 7.
Now, he's grown,
7 in three places old.
Aiming at visiting 7 countries,
Eating 7 Packs of Pizza and Earning 7 degrees.
Only these 7 things you should know bout me,
You could add yours, if you disbelieve.
But be sure, your frame of reference is of 7,
For in 10 times 7 years to now, he'd be made perfect in 7.
His name by error is Joshua,
But in perfection, it's beauty reflect in 7-letters - Yahshua.
Guess it's me?
Last june, I became 7 times three.
Pen danced to the jive played in minutes, 7.
Luminaria bade me adieu when 6am had of its minutes, 7.
Categories:
luminaria, me,
Form: Light Verse
Metamorphosis
When I was high in the sky like eagle,
I saw rocks neighbouring Sequoia stood,
But when I descended, I fell in pool.
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form.
Note : After staying away from my pen for long... My luminaria communed with me and we came up with a new form of poetry, Entitled 'Ancestral Form' : It goes with an Iambic pentameter, 3 lines, with a single rhyme scheme. It's derived under the motive of hiding oceans of emotions within few drops of lines.
I hope you'll all love it and patronise my form of poetry. Thanks. Josh Berry.
Categories:
luminaria, betrayal,
Form: I do not know?
We walk with honor
for those who have survived.
We walk with courage
for those still fighting the fight.
We walk with dignity
for those unable to walk themselves.
We walk in memory
for those we have lost along the way.
We may be cold and tired
our feet may be sore
we may feel unable to take another step.
Through the coldest rains
hottest days and darkest nights
guided by the gentle light of the luminaria.
Knowing why we are here
friends, family, loved ones,
and those we have yet to meet.
We walk.
Categories:
luminaria, cancer, caregiving, celebration,
Form: Verse