in North of India, in month of December,
around the warth of fire, we would all gather,
a bonfire of sticks lit outside in the open,
dancing of embers, in the year’s coldest season.
many families come for a get together,
well wrapped in wool that had been saved for the weather,
simmering aroma of home made dal Roti*,
food prepared and shared for the whole community!
past tales recounted, marriage alliance made,
experience and wisdom shared, future plans laid,
in that chilly winter in month of December,
the warmth of all that love is what I remember!
Written 24/11/2021
November or December Quatrain poetry contest
Caren Krutsinger sponsored
12 syllables each line
AABB rhyme sequence
* dal Roti - warm spicy aromatic lentil soup with freash flat bread made by hand near the fire.
I went in town today and discovered a new place
Or maybe I was dreaming
I town filled with tiny lights of hope
And there I met her
Although I am of tin and rusted mental I felt her warth
In this place of green and medow pastels I was brought
A place where nothing dies and nothing is born
A girl was put here
Dressed in silk and satin
She lives a lonely life
Looking out in an open horizon of space and time
Placed in a small cabin she longed for a friend
But now we must move for winter approaches
A change of season she has never known
A time where hope is most needed
And so we gather the lights
With a gentle touch I carry to a place I once called home
So will you come back with me to a special place in town
where nothing is born and nothing dies
Where all your dreams can come true
A special place I wonder off to.
_Anthea Ghobede
I woke up this morning in a blackout
To the sound of neighbours frantic
Felt the warth of sunshine, but lights out
To the deafening screams of panic
I fell out of bed, dead on the cement floor
I could feel the walls surround me with chaos
The alarm triggered to the bashing on the door
Whatever it was, it had no remorse
Was it is some sort of new mutated virus
That overnight attacked the human retina?
Nothing was spared, it was ominous
We had no time to react to this phenomina
Explosions heard as airplanes fell from the skies
Random gunfire followed cries in the blindness
Suicidal thoughts flooded minds and eyes
Then suddenly, silence, complete deafness
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Contest: Fantasy
mama
mama
when a life was cool
in your house called a womb
with silence and warth
protected like a yard
and happy like a child
mama
when i was out like pips
with tears rolling on my cheeks
you held me tight
as i also felt fine
with you mama
my world grec beautiful
and nothing becoming awful
now am finding my way
with the knowledge you shared with me
though i have no payments
i can still tell the world that you are great
MEMORIES STILL HERE,
LOVES ONES GONE.
HANDS WERE HARD FROM LABOR,
AS OF FROM LOVE ONE'S GONE
DAWN TO DUSK.
PASSED ON FEELINGS THE STRENGHT,
STRENGHT CARRYING ME ON!
FEELING THE LOVE THROUGH THE DAY
THE WARTH AND COLD OF THE HEART,
MANYPASSED ,NEVER FORGOT
FOR MEMORY'S NEVER LOST.
She smiles and all light comes my way
Opened now to a new path
The warth of her hair
The soul In those eyes
My arms open
But god closes all life
Why I ask
Why
I dont know what you are teaching me
Youve wased a good soul
Lost love, where are you?, For when your around you make me happy not sad,
You put a smile on my face and warth in my heart,You light up the night when it's
so dark, You look at me in my eyes and hold me so tight,But all this becomes an
image in my mind, For i want to know my lost love who loves me as much as i do
them, To be together for ever and never apart, Lost love i dream of you but i don't
know who you are.