Rust flaked signposts,
from dew-stain,
era enigmatic,
omen, symbol,
scratched by,
yellow fog weather,
floating visual,
or pigment’s,
crumpled inmost span,
waned crossing,
I peer with,
hazed whimsy,
on my prime flush,
streetscape ambit,
what is destination,
but infinity of kismet,
elliptic nudge from afar,
“BLINDLY” lolling in,
circular pursuit,
then founding paradigm,
raise the “BLINDS,”
wisps of unearthly whisper,
almost orange-red robin,
yet impactful brain stroke,
luminous and lucid,
a close kin carols,
your inlying map,
is weatherproof,
absorb urban soundings,
with gut sense hunch
A poetry contest! With multiple prompts
Now here’s our big chance to shine
What new delights will our poets write?
I wonder, will they outrank mine?
Themes include: letters, fast food,
coming home, shelter, sleepless nights
crumbling, curiosity, power outages too
So much potential! So much we could write!
I’m filled with -curiosity-
about what splendid new poems this’ll birth
I’ll submit mine, with a wink and a rhyme
and a cheeky hope it might come first
Paraphrasing Non-Literal try
(148: Tagore/Geetanjali/verses)
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
Every grain of soul, submissive in all,
may bless you in thee, tranquil serenity.
Dense downpouring clouds, thick with a may, rainy day
Humbled with a gentle gesture that long induced, understood
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
Mind in entirety may place thy soul
to hold thy name, embraced.
Diversified yearning underneath, floating a melody, brimming
Quench the soul in sublimation, to humble beyond a delight
With One humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
The flight of a song may reach the destined
A silent nuance of cozy warmth blessed is she!
A mindful caravan of pilgrims, a swan as she
then the days run through the dawn to dusk, entirety
With one humble nudge, o dear reverie
One humble nudge
My life may serve in flight, delight
Surpassing the grandiose death, beyond, instead.
Acknowledgement
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Geetanjali
148
8-28-2024
navel as in ships
oops add an "a" still gazing
galaxies of breasts
Gust of playful wind
nudged me with flurry of leaves.
Childhood memories
recollected in my mind
leaving me in state of bliss.
Date: 11/11/2017
They sit in the long grass
Cuddled up to smooch
She smiles at him sweetly’ saying
You can look but not touch
He looks so dejected
That’s not what he wants
He is hungry inside
His breath comes in short pants
He tries to coax her
With a nibble on her ear
But she’s having none of it
He’s going without, I fear.
Bet your minds are a quiver
Nudge nudge wink wink
But it’s only the sandwiches
He’s after
I Think???
Dodging bullets now
feel the vibe
No one here submissive
buy protection
Protection gifted to me
delicate shade of difference
Ride the storm
awarded enemy survive
still my memory stain alive
aperture - powerful capture
divine template
aside in minds shrine
my inner child follows deep within
tears fall - fall gently
hands cupped - gently in they spill
all tears retreat to safety - mirror in the strong...
Memories of a playfulness...
the nudge beware of wrong...
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