To be a Rose

Alive and burning
Inside scarlet rose petals
A secret furnace

I bloomed triumphantly, beneath dim-amber skies, in the dawn of this world’s first day. The Sun rose, the sunlight falling upon the field, a weight of gold. I’ve travelled around the world, opened my heart, shouted in the Sun to everything that’s alive. They smelled my fragrance and rejoiced. I’ve felt love; red, hot and vivid, the smell of lovers as they laid upon the field. Melancholy; white, the rain washed me away, as I laid upon the grave.

a sky of billion stars, flickers-flickers;
in the night of this world’s last day,
a field of billion roses, flickers-flickers.

© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.

For dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/02/18/poetics-to-be-a-flower/
Host: Linda Lee Lyberg, Prompt: Write a poem from the perspective of your favorite flower. Some questions to think about: How did the flower begin? What has it seen? How does it feel to be a flower? Where did it end?   

Haibun: Golden moment

It was just another Spring afternoon, the Sun shone on the steel tracks making them gold, when I first saw her and she saw me. Our minds and hearts conversed, hers hazel-brown met with mine dark brown, the Spring Sun shone on her beautiful black hair from the train window, then the golden moment lingered on. There are moments caught between heart-beats, magic moments, with golden shine of their own, they can shine through time. This was one of those moments.

Sweet Spring sceneries

Travelled past by

us in train

Afternoon affair

© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.

For dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/02/17/prosery-between-heartbeats/
Host: Kim, Prompt line: ‘There are moments caught between heart-beats’.