Take a journey with me
hear the beat of poetry as we stroll,
read my words and listen to my heavy steps.
Inside each poet a clock has ticked off a thousand miles !
Verses fall like flower petals raining down,
each day a new poem pours from poet's hearts and souls.
Now, I have been following a new poet . . .
inside her soul dwells the true beating drum of poetry!
Carpe diem, verse, rhyme, etheree, lanterne forms she conquers.
Many of us also struggle to learn these forms but we persist,
you, me, and threvini share the words in our heart.
Silence rages in this chaotic world but we have poetry !
Open your eyes and see this new poet and embrace her,
realize the gift we have been given to write for peace, bliss and faith,
each poet new or old is special !
Categories:
mysore, poetry, poets,
Form: Acrostic
Strolling along the tooth-track,
I lose my vibrant way in the *Black Forest.
Jackfruit flesh is tempting.
But there’s a hell beyond the heaven.
I fall into the ravine of fatigue
from the crest of *Mysore Pak.
Kidneys and their cousins wilt.
Drugs devastate my inland.
Sugary desires die before my mouth.
Yet how long do I have to wait,
watching the interplanetary mission
and wondering at the Big Bang?
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
*Black Forest – a chocolate cake
Mysore Pak – an Indian sweet
Categories:
mysore, inspirational,
Form: Free verse