Earth worm roves the soil.
He dives into the tilled loam
as I lumber by.
Midnight groans so quietly
From a churchyard far below,
Sky within the pathway
Gives off a charcoal tinge,
And darkness roves, alone
Farther than my throbbing glance
And moves back into a shade
Like the deepening of these eyes
Where pale nocturne withers
Past ghastly streaks of mourning:
Like nibbled ashes through late dusk
Setting the sun to be gone
Constellations peacefully gather,
like acrobats falling to sadness
The moon peruses a small light
Overseeing time's twisted face --
This agony evanescing into another trail
Besieged...pierced by stars.
I share this loneness
Of losing myself
Head and foot, and all betwixt
To this void of night
With whom, from afar
Musing on what's missed
Ghostily, too, weepy roves
If as a dream sprite.
They say when mind and heart are at war
It's tough to decide whose side you are
Which one blooming truth of what you are
you ended up taking the side of any one of all
Your soul, alas or jocose but gratified at last
What chaos when mind and heart are opposed
when Both draff upholds issues at all to resolve
The issues that ruffle and muddle thy soul
Soul bid mind and heart to calm all the chaos
But, both respond matter out of their spell of charm
The soul now roves a lot to get issues resolved
When the mind and heart stop working at all soul
Stand at the seashore as an epitome of chaos
Questioning its other halves and the God
Whom should it call to open its heart n scars?
Says alas over issues that never get solved
Alas! Alas! Alas!
On coal flaming fume
Two roves men busy frying
A Kashmir chicken.
Perhaps you hail from verdant coastlands,
or from rolling hills blanketed by trees,
or from the lofty perches of the mountains,
or from the banks of some strong river.
And though I was born in marshy coastland,
and have known the comfort of swaddling trees,
and felt my heart surge at the glories of the mountains,
and been hypnotized by the hidden tongue of the river,
my heart was forged in the plains.
Naked to the sky,
daunting and inviting,
stark and raw.
A soul can grow strong there,
where there's nowhere to hide.
Where truth burns like the shadeless beams of sunlight.
The eye that roves the horizon
and finds little there,
must turn instead to the contours within.
Such beautiful, dangerous features
to be found
in the heart.
27 November 2022
in the woods getting lost is a bliss,tall trees like mothers welcome me in their scoops, giving off comfort in my waning sense of insecurity,shrubs give tiny berries cool like candy under the blazing sun,to soothe avid soul; on arrival there's an all-pervading tranquility, the wonderful sagacity of nature,smell of petrichor earth, brings forth mother's breastfeeding, the sauce of my upbringing,as time passes on evening sets in, under the placid moon i discover the footprints of my life....
a creaky night-bird
roves the canvas sky in woods
paints my mother's face
haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mick Talbot
DOE: 06/25/2018
Sun never sets,
moon nor rises at night;
It's the wonder planet earth,
In exhilaration vacillates,
roves around the universe;
Hides day heating sun,
Show's way to
skittish girlish moon;
Slowly-slowly,
She appears in dark;
Stage by stage,
when she shows up,
In full face from her veil;
In cool embellishing touch,
Earth ecstatically glows;
No day, no night,
No light, no shade,
If we don’t have earth;
Don't desolate entity of globe,
We need sun and moon,
Need day and night both;
Need earth to survive for us;
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© Sadashivan Nair
A mushy voice had left me insensate…
My soul grinned & hallowed my fate…
That “Belle” rambled close to me with elegance…
As if she comprehended riddle of my deep Sense…
Words from her rose lips felt like paradise…
It made the fondness for her in my heart rise…
Like a minor she laughs and roves for all to sight…
Becomes an astounding moment like sun bright…
While portraying her stunning beauty, I have inadequate utterance…
Seeing that each imperfect expression for her beauty would be an offence...
A simple scene a nestling seeks the comfort of the night
to lay enthralled, engrossed, in memories of past days,
the nectar drawn from rivulets that run past blackened lash.
A lidded eye roves left, then right, as if it’s been betrayed
a corner tick, a slight knee twitch, odd choices now made.
The blanket once a comforter now twists so very tight.
A falling dream, a horrid scream, yet no land's in sight.
Bloodless body, writhe, heave, callout, nobody's home
your casing calls, umbilicus, umbilicus, reel me down.
A flying lift of breeze ‘neath hips, a lofting, oh so, high,
brings soul to ground with sighing sound within the dream,
entranced, aroused, the coming light, the end of night, wake.
First Published in Sweet Dreams and Night Terrors 2013
Crown of Thorns
A trace of thorns you are
on my body,
I am an eternal traveller,
never stopping.
You are the bitter predicament
of my comfort,
Traces of sensual pleasures -
The mist of a veil is
my constant reminder.
You wound the stubble of my heartly thorns,
I stand alone on the dusty conflagration
Gazing towards an endless void,
I am bridled with the burning pain of the
thorns...
My gaze tirelessly roves,
Prickly are the thorns,
With malediction entwined...
I am drowning in a sweaty torrent,
I am plunging into thorny depths,
bloody and overworked
from the struggle,
I yield myself to
the decision of fate.
point not a finger,
when a dark cloud roves around us,
wild thoughts linger,
evil hearts waiting to throw a bomb on us.
take charge as your own,
for several still smile back at you,
your right as your responsibility,
... and goodness will sail back to you.
a healthy world is me and you,
a green breathe surrounding you,
for long we'll starve in poverty,
unless your care is beyond the possibility.
point not a finger,
when able is your second name,
generations await in the docket,
we fail to act we are to blame.
The tricycle army
What does a tricycle mean to a three year old?
Just as another plaything, does, it, she behold?
Loving it like the grown-up’s love for love’s madness
On it, she roves about the yard and inside the house.
But , is it all there is to this special bonding?
No, it has got another level of standing.
Like, when she thinks someone in the house had hurt her
Crying for help, she runs to her grandfather,
Quickly mounts her tricycle without omission
And escorts the grandpa to the scene of action
Seated on its saddle like a queen on horseback
Shouts orders to give her tormentor a nice whack
Applauding the action with gleeful laughter
The- tricycle- army glides back to its quarter.
For: Gwendolen Rix’s “My Bicycle” contest
28 apr 12
Silence sings to me
The song of sleep, while my soul
Clichés autumns breeze
Where it roves in wild gleamed trance
As dream broke realities.
Timothy- Paker Nwaorgu
For Olajide Adelana's "Dream Land" contest
18/01/2012
Like a balloon, happiness soared high
Like a sword piercing through the blue sky
Deflowering the virgin power of gravity
She roves every commune with dexterity
I saw her parched on a tree
And the birds chirped and danced in glee
Heaven of alves, made reality
She roves every commune with dexterity
Upward she soared and soared again
Invading Lord's sanctuary without bargain
Angelic fingers plucked guitars in uniformity
She roves every commune with dexterity
21/07/2011
By:Joseph Osita
For Francine Roberts' "happiness is a balloon contest"
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