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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, 1 February 2015
Friday, 26 September 2014
Solitary Quest
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There she goes, towards the intangible horizon
walking with steps measured and sure
Creating ripples as she crosses the rivers of pain
Shielding eyes from ever-present censure
Stepping over shards of dreams slain
There she goes, towards the intangible horizon
On her solitary quest for the elusive shore
Her determination her only armor
Forged by fire,she emerged, stronger than before
And in the eye of the storm,
She stands smiling, her incongruous thoughts calmer.
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Linking this poem to Magpie Tales: Mag 238. Image source: The same prompt.
Soulmates
Poetry is something that has always mesmerized me. The way the words are threaded into beautiful strings to show the depth of human emotion takes away my breath!
Recently, I came to know of different poetry forms; talk about method to the madness of poetry. The use of innumerable permutations and combinations to come up with the exact number of syllables fascinates and scares me at the same time. I mean, come on,a-b-c-c-b-c-b-a?? really??
Still, like my dad always tells me, if its been done, there is a way to do it! You just have to figure it out. If it hasn't been done, you get the chance to be the first... Yaay you! And if you knew me, you would know, figuring out a puzzle always fascinates me :):)
I decided to start with something simple. Because following the rules on this form of poetry itself for daunting for the non-conformist in me or because I did not want the multi-headed dragon that is poetry forms to slay me at our first skirmish!!
Here is my maiden attempt at Palindrome Poetry... Presenting SOUL-MATES
*** Definition from www.shadowpoetry.com: Also Known as Mirrored Poetry
A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning arunning. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again...
Phew!!! That was a tough cookie. All those people who write poetry strictly to form, I bow down to you!!
Recently, I came to know of different poetry forms; talk about method to the madness of poetry. The use of innumerable permutations and combinations to come up with the exact number of syllables fascinates and scares me at the same time. I mean, come on,a-b-c-c-b-c-b-a?? really??
Still, like my dad always tells me, if its been done, there is a way to do it! You just have to figure it out. If it hasn't been done, you get the chance to be the first... Yaay you! And if you knew me, you would know, figuring out a puzzle always fascinates me :):)
I decided to start with something simple. Because following the rules on this form of poetry itself for daunting for the non-conformist in me or because I did not want the multi-headed dragon that is poetry forms to slay me at our first skirmish!!
Here is my maiden attempt at Palindrome Poetry... Presenting SOUL-MATES
Sunrise to sunset
Together walking
Fingers entwined
Impossible dreams realized
Promised love forever
Soul-mates
Forever love promised
Realized dreams impossible
Entwined fingers
Walking together
Sunset to sunrise
A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning arunning. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again...
Phew!!! That was a tough cookie. All those people who write poetry strictly to form, I bow down to you!!
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
When you come back
whispers of dawn lighten the sky,
but the darkness of the heart has no respite
our garden is a now forest
but the blooms are still untouched by sight.
and when you come back
by the river you will find me
smiling in the petals of a daffodil
flitting in the gossamer wings of a bee.
and when you reach out,
in the wildflowers' scent I will waft in
in the fireflies' light I will elude
like the wind I will be wherever you see.
shades of dusk permeate the horizon
seek me in the lake at first daylight
when you find my watery grave
envelop me in you arms and hold me tight.
I believe that true poetry comes from the soul and mostly has no form. That when we use different poetry forms or structures, the form that we present it in is an adulterated rendition of our thoughts and feelings. This is a poem that follows no format or structure, directly out of my heart, hope it reaches yours.
but the darkness of the heart has no respite
our garden is a now forest
but the blooms are still untouched by sight.
and when you come back
by the river you will find me
smiling in the petals of a daffodil
flitting in the gossamer wings of a bee.
and when you reach out,
in the wildflowers' scent I will waft in
in the fireflies' light I will elude
like the wind I will be wherever you see.
shades of dusk permeate the horizon
seek me in the lake at first daylight
when you find my watery grave
envelop me in you arms and hold me tight.
I believe that true poetry comes from the soul and mostly has no form. That when we use different poetry forms or structures, the form that we present it in is an adulterated rendition of our thoughts and feelings. This is a poem that follows no format or structure, directly out of my heart, hope it reaches yours.
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