SEPARATE VARIATIONS
call
nigh
bashful
epithets
enthusing
occcasional
sensations
innovating
a panoply
of
qualities
transmitting
the
distinctive
sophsticated
saturated
spheres
overcome
the
fabulous
believable
I love summers
going with whim,
being with him.
What can compare
to no schedule, no plans,
the cool of martinis
or beachside bikinis?
an underdressed me,
outright hedonism,
shapeless Freedom.
I love Fall
The hustle of classes
their immediate demands
the need for fierce focus,
and the challenge of exams.
The overprepared me,
intense, mental involvement,
a future, academically solvent.
two such separate worlds
that can never collide
which is actually better?
I can't decide.
Both are simply systems with costs
the texture of one, depends on the other
and neither state is fully sustainable.
.
.
Songs for this:
Wake Me Up When September Ends by First to Eleven
Another brick in the wall by Pink Floyd
Through walls of glass, the
naked daylight streams,
Exposing rooms where quiet
shadows rest.
Two lonely souls trapped in
forgotten dreams,
Each locked inside a cold,
separate nest.
The crystal palace lets the
world look in,
Yet blocks the warmth of
any healing word,
Beneath one roof, the
distance starts to win,
Their silent grief remains
unseen, and unheard.
The husband watches night
fall from his bed,
The wife lies staring at the
ceiling high,
The tender language of their
past is dead,
Replaced by echoes of a
heavy sigh.
This fragile fortress offers no
defense,
Where transparent walls
build a fortress wall,
The love they harbored,
once so deep and dense,
Now shatters softly as the
dark hours fall.
You shut yourself away
Very little on display
It started small
But now you have built a massive wall
You won’t show any emotion
But don’t see the erosion
You don’t communicate much
You are loosing touch
The enemy is your shadow
Your way of thinking has become narrow
You are letting the shadow control you
And alter your world view
You have shut everyone out
Your body language has put me in doubt
About how you are actually coping
There is no laughing only moping
You say you don’t feel safe
Then lockdown the case
No words just walking away
Pushing everyone the opposite way
You have been sick for a long time
I have been caring and patient on the decline
But when you shut down
You make everyone drown
I hope you leave your shadow soon
Before it takes you to the last saloon
The dawn breaks slowly over mountains of gold,
Its light a promise that stories unfold.
Your eyes, twin flames in the morning mist,
Guide the wanderer whose heart has been cold.
Though distance divides and years part,
Love's thread remains, strong and bold.
Through all the seasons,
I carry your spirit,timelessly told.
And in my final breath,I whisper your name,
Pheko,Bother Of Solly
Wherever you can find it,
By hearth and home
Or on the prairie
Out in the desert
Or at the open shore
Up in the mountains
Or forest deep
On the playground
Or between the sheets,
There is a separate peace
That fills our soul
With just a single breath.
Moment by moment
Step by step
The beauty of this Life
Unfolds.
(10/5/25)
Down where the crepe myrtle blooms
Their lovely color against gray
The pecan trees' verdant leaves breathe
August has brought a cool breeze day
Does the gray sky separate, block
Our view and prayer line to heaven
Or is it the colder air that chills our bones
Even though doves sing almost twenty-four seven
Doves sing from joy and gratitude
Thankful for summer's food supply
Soaking up rain droplets for water
So why can't I sing for joy, not cry
The sun is hidden from view but there
It's doing its God given duty
The Holy Spirit is here inside
Hoping somehow to show its beauty.
Mysterious
My entire being tells me
You are my one and only
Soul mate, though your
True self is hidden from me.
Every time I’m with you, I want to
Reach
Into your soul and become
One with you but I
Usually encounter a wall that
Stops me from knowing you more
Leaf got cried,
On moving apart.
The pain wandered
Inside a Lil heart.
The living trend,
Lasting for long
Blowed the wind
Asking the will along!
To separate heartily
Relations on a bid!
Aparting soul merrily!
Getting a silent rid!
The determine lasts
One the only will,
Before moments pass,
Earlier to be shrinked!
Asking for a heart
Emotions let filled!
One with fond arts
Living love still!
Buxom Barbara burned her bra
never again lift and separate
or cross your heart to contemplate
she likes to feel her bosom counts
when flouncing down the boulevard
Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce
abroad in the world without a single care
it never fazed her one bit nor a whit
when this would jounce most men to stop and stare
as if they'd not seen such before
and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce
a crystal-clear case of less is more
2025.03.06 @ 06:06:06
Finally, two embroidery projects that I have finished.
One to keep and one to give.
A cute building appeared underneath this poem.
Inside, along the L shaped benches,
He sat at the desk, surfed on the internet,
And comfortably crossed his long, lower legs.
His second home was embroidered
On a simple white material,
The red galvanized walls on top,
Housing the Child Care Centre.
The glass windows framed with silver metal,
Located on the ground floor,
In front and on the side of the building,
The wear and tear black wooden columns,
Side by side unevenly standing in silence,
Covering most of the building glass surfaces.
On the right hand side,
A long and wide concrete foot path,
Leading to the front entrance,
Before joining the back garden.
Once inside, there are many facilities,
And well equipped amenities.
So many fond memories, engraved in my heart,
Written on my phone and also stored in my USB.
I now put these down to embroidery
To commemorate once my favorite library,
It ended since the day it went like this .........
Do not separate the child from the mother,
Do not separate the mother from the child!
The fire of life will fade and hope cease,
If separated black from white of eye just in case!
With courage firm, with the belt tightly tied,
Did he come for my country, my land, with pride?
My people, my Kazakhstan, my sister,
Did they believe it would never fall to the enemy's whisper?
Has longing reached him, sleepless and sore?
Has it come like a foal, grieving, and poor?
To the mother, heartbroken, chest full of pain,
Grant her patience, O Creator, grant her strength again!
Rise up!
People, rise and stand tall!
Don’t stay silent, don’t remain small!
Isn’t the blood of all Kazakhs one and the same,
A tear from a mother’s eye, in sorrow and flame?
Sperate the spaces,
Tracking our traces
We're not ever far apart,
The finest composed
Written with our prose
We'll sing slow songs of the heart
Feelings of freedom
Subset is seldom
Distancing, us from the start
Dissolve all the years
Bandage all our fears
Brought this harmony so smart
Sorry for dropping such a letter,
But it really is for the better.
I really wish to love you right, but I can't
I can't be with you.
And its not that I dont want you,
And its not that you are not enough,
You are perfect as you are,
There aint even a thing I would wanna change.
The problem is me,
My heart still beats for another,
Another soul that I can't unlove.
Another soul I feel tied up with.
Broken I am,
And trying I am,
To repair the broken pieces of me.
Sorry I am,
To have given you hopes of the future together.
A mess I am,
I am bruised and hurting.
Choked I am,
By the flashbacks of moments yet gone.
And I dont wanna trap you in my cage.
I Dont wanna hurt you,
Hence, I am setting you free
Free to find someone deserving of you.
Free to find a love resonating with you.
Let’s kill not dying moments of closeness,
This much was destined our togetherness,
Let’s heal our hearts before we separate,
And accept what has been as a fair fate.
You and me met at a fair stage of life,
In milk as if sugar merged joy and strife,
Why not these sweet memories reiterate,
And accept what has been as a fair fate.
If two oil lamps in Ganges were to meet,
They cherish brief moments before retreat,
Let’s flow with destined fate and never fret,
And accept what has been as a fair fate.
Let’s kill not dying moments of closeness,
Let’s accept what has been as a fair fate.
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Kyrielle sonnet |09.03.2024| separation
Poet’s note: Based on a Gujarati poem (a Kyrielle, nor a Sonnet) by Kishore Barot
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