Blossoming No More

By the time I kissed her
freezing face, it was too late.
Passion had died from her eyes.

At last, the time had come,
its devouring paws now still.
Blossoming no more, she froze.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

posted over at dverse

Prompt

  • Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part
  • Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows
  • By freezing passion at its blossoming
  • I guard her beauty clean from rust
  • Quail from your downward darting kiss

Choose ONE of the above lines and write a stanza(s) taking each word as the start of each successive line i.e. the first word begins the first line, the second begins the second and so on. Basically, we are taking the horizontal line and making it vertical- its vaguely acrostic and I’m not sure if this form has a given name.

I’ve chosen “By freezing passion at its blossoming“.

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Haibun: Good Old Times

I remember clearly, even today. The sharp scents and the hot sun on our backs as me (12 yo) and my little bro (9 yo), smiling our summer vacation smiles, walked to the ps2 gaming parlour. Our hearts were beating fast with excitement, we were practically running even though the distance was very short.

We’d first pass the barber shop, where grandpa used to get his hair done. As we crossed it, the classic barbershop scent with its leathery notes and musky fragrance wafted through the open doors.  Then, adjacent to the gaming parlour was a huge paint shop. Its rich odor permeated the air of the gaming parlour. As we entered the parlour a strong aroma of rose greeted us, the owner liked to burn rose flavored incense sticks to mask the smell of paint but it ended up mixing with the paint smell creating an entire new type of smell. The smell me and my brother like to call as the smell of ps2.

We spent hours and hours on that gaming machine. Playing and watching others play. Getting adrenaline rushes as we held those consoles and pressed the buttons. We transformed from noobs to pros. All ps2 games from NFS Most Wanted and GTA San Andreas to WWE Pain and Urban Reign. We played them all, sitting in that dimly lit room surrounded by other kids and that weird smell.

A few years later, by this time we were living in a different house, we got a great deal on a second hand ps2 and we bought it with our pocket money. The nostalgia hit hard. All the old memories of that summer resurfaced as I inserted the CD of God of War II into the ps2 and started playing. My finger muscles reacting instinctively while pressing buttons on the console. I thought it was impossible so I asked my little brother, “do you smell that?” and my little bro said, “Whoa! It’s the smell of PS2” we both played for 2 hours, just like the good old times.

Summer memory
Roses, paint and tv screens
Two brothers bonding

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

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Monsoon Morning

dawn drips
drop by drop

death of darkness
and dreams

daylight rips
roaring clouds

rousing me
from rapture

rain drips
drop by drop

rattling on
'bout regretful deeds

rain rips
roaring clouds

reminding me
forgotten failures

damn this morning
and the "consolation"
it offers.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

posted over at dverse

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Octelle

Morning rain clouds bickering loud
over my house, over where and how
will lightning strike and rain fall.
Murder of crows caws and call,
waking me up from a dream
of hands catching a sunbeam.
Morning rain clouds bickering loud
over my house, over where and how.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

posted over at dverse

Prompt

Post a poem following the Octelle poetry form to your blog or website. The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical. 

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August Poems

I

august brings
a gust of rain
quenching
the thirst 
of all living beings
flourishing
everything with love
far and near
children cry
monsoon is here.

II

On a sultry August morning
I'm walking,
watching--

Farmers harvesting
blazing August corn.

Fruit vendors selling
juicy perfect papayas.

Sweet sisters buying
Rakhis for Rakshabandhan.

Butterfly fluttering
wings in sunlight.

The air swelling
with rich smell of rain.

Posted over at dverse poetics: Sometimes August isn’t recognized

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Haibun: A Dream of Spring

Trigger Warning: If you are in a state of paranoia or psychosis please don’t read the following piece as it contains a detailed version of a delusion.

I can see the ceiling fan, bloody in the glow of the exit sign at hospital corridor. As I concentrate on it, I can see its hub is rotating but not the blades. That’s strange, given how it’s switched off. Lately, I’ve been seeing other strange things too. Last night a dark man with no face tried to put a curse on me, so I stabbed him but he didn’t die, the knife was blunt.

My mother is here. She’s the only one I trust. The nurse here is my sister. But mother tells me that the nurse just looks like my sister and has the same glasses as her. I trust my mother, she’s right, the nurse can’t be my sister because my sister is only 14. I am so confused.

As long as the hub is rotating, I know there’s something wrong with me. I can see my reflection in the fan. It shows me in a hospital gown, lying in the bed and everything is spinning. Round and round it goes, so confused.

I remember when it started. A mosquito bit me while I was meditating on the terrace of our home. That was no ordinary mosquito, it was sent by the dark man, yes I know, it cursed me. It made me crazy.

Like the trees at fall
I am losing my leaves
With a dream of spring

Posted over at dverse: Haibun Monday: Look Up!

Prompt

“Today I want you to write about a time you looked up and saw. . .something.”

A/N: On March 1 2021, I was admitted for 3 days in a hospital because I’ve had an “episode”. It was the first time something like that had happened to me, me and my family were so scared. When I couldn’t get to sleep for 3 days in a row and began talking nonsense, hearing and seeing things that weren’t there, my father decided that they should take me to the hospital. There the psychiatrist told me that I was showing symptoms of schizophrenia, that I’ve had an episode of what they call, Acute Transient Psychosis. Months later I became stable, the meds helped though their side effects were horrible! I got fat, slept 12 hours a day, couldn’t concentrate etc. I also posted about it on the blog, you can read it here

On July 20 2022, my doctors told me that the meds can be tapered off. They told me I am in remission, so day before yesterday I stopped taking my meds as instructed by doctor. I’ve had only one “episode” in my life and it was the most awful thing that has happened to me in my whole life, I am 22 years old. But, I am happy that it’s over and I survived it. The spring is here!

I wanted to thank this community as it has been one of my coping mechanisms to post poetry here and read what other bloggers post. I love the support this community gives to bloggers like me and when I posted about my breakdown the first time, I was surprised by the amount of supporting comments, telling me that everything will be alright!

This haibun is inspired by my 3 days stay at the hospital, the prompt asks us to write about a time you looked up and saw.. something, well I saw that ceiling fan and I’ve had nightmares about that time too. So I chose to write about that and I’d also like to mention that the line I am losing my leaves is a tribute to the movie “Father” starring Anthony Hopkins as a man who has dementia. It is a heart breaking film, I love it very much.

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