I get lost in a dream of my choosing,
A zest fairy tale or reality;
Drawing my heart strings with abstract musing,
Idyllic poetic shared fantasy.
Natural colorants of black silk night,
Glorious effulgent wide azure sky,
Spilled crimson horizon morning sunlight,
white jasmine laden boughs whither so high.
Purple heather on the verge of blue creek.
Rich autumn rainbow play sips its nectar.
A gray wolf bearing its long fangs grows meek,
Flying sapphire dragon, king's gold scepter.
A palette of colour fluidity
Through unwontedly buoyant poetry.
1/11/2020
Categories:
unwontedly, color, imagery, poetry, writing,
Form: Sonnet
The Forgotten holidays
Written or in this case typed…
correctly; “The” as it was at the beginning correct.
“Forgotten” as it was naming not the action but the lost.
(holidays) No capital as they are thought to be small,
and unimportant by most everyone,
except those that remember.
The truth is we are never sure
who they may be,
until they are; us.
My good friend died last year.
Cancer ate her up.
I missed her birthday,
Valentines cookies,
April songs, May flowers,
Summer showers, birds…
and laughter…
Tea and cakes,
under the big tree, in the back.
Memorial day for the brave,
Labor for the strong,
The 4th, so spectacular,
to light the sky.
She would have loved the show,
I did, but less so without her.
Her anniversary, with him.
She was in love.
Now he is lost.
What happens when no one remembers,
the days that never get to happen,
gone from us, not in our reach at all.
The rest we rearrange,
our schedule to correct the path,
for our new, if unwontedly changed…
Life.
Cards with only one name,
one sender… or worse,
one addressee.
Categories:
unwontedly, celebration, chanukah, christmas, easter,
Form: Narrative
The motion unwontedly gentle
As if we tango on a silken thread.
Brimming passions, yet subtle
Like an emerald serpent.
The icy December wind
Brings two halves together
In the moonlit rice field
To be their ring bearer.
This dance cannot be taught
The secret is with the mute moon.
Love will be pulling its puppet strings on our hearts
A moment shielded from the stings of ruin.
Nature sings to our hearing
Our soulful sighs scribbles the lyric
Within will be sparks and bursting
As midnight blooms on the wick.
Categories:
unwontedly, art, beauty, december, love,
Form: Quatrain
Well this is life
Anticipating a pleasant romantic meet,
then eagerly waiting for him to greet,
Palpitations at last going more fast,
end of the day leaving me aghast !
Well that's what life is ??
Hard work and burning midnight oil,
sweet desires as if destined to foil,
Whatever pleasant I proposed,
hard time cruelly disposed,
That's what life is !
If I stood in one queue, the other moved quick,
was kind to someone who gave me a flick,
My passion that was misconstrued,
Kept me unwontedly ever glued,
Well that's what life is ??
Why such a long life ?
and so much of strife ??
Written October 30th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest 'C'est la vie' by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place
Categories:
unwontedly, angst, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Why do I feel depressed of late?
Is it something disagreeable I ate?
Is it the feeling of the underdog?
Or the feeling of a broken cog?
Or is it just the climacteric
Which makes my mind and body sick?
The feeling is undefinable
Makes my actions quite unstable.
Have a tendency to snap and shout
And throw, unwontedly, my weight about.
My views have become quite cynical,
Life’s become quite clinical.
“Things will happen as ordained,
Fatalism has got to be ingrained!”
But however rational I try to be
Just can’t accept “Divine Decree.”
And if things don’t move as I want
Am bound to continue to rave and rant.
Categories:
unwontedly, angst, introspection, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?