Summer sun is shining on above me, I am walking—trying my best to find What I lost—something pure, a piece of me I used to keep hidden from people’s eyes.
No one here, not even birds are present This summer afternoon, the silent park Complains of the heat and absent children, I try to listen closely—a dog barks.
Dangling swings moving in the summer wind Inviting me to swing for little time Till children come to play in the evening I sit and the peace, I finally find.
I play with the sand with my hushed, bare feet. The heat is comforting, the silence’s sweet.
People, bang the drum
of peace and love
empty your tiny box
of lies and deceits
and sing songs
of peace and love
together forever
and you'll see
that life is free.
Free like sunlight
on this April afternoon.
Don't live life in a bottle
daydream and create
beautiful art and music
and share it with the world.
Alone again, with Spring, gliding sleepless--
drifting past the niar* and morning flowers
under fluffy blue clouds, light rain. Sun rests
in comfort, like turtles in their shells--
I wander and caress the colorful flowers,
alone again, with Spring, gliding sleepless
I catch crickets chirping and skipping, success-
fully surviving—the hard-cold winters
under fluffy blue clouds, light rain. Sun rests
but the dawn birds won’t let it rest,
they call it out--with prowess and powers
alone again, with Spring, gliding sleepless--
a tailor with sewing machine, all dressed,
sitting on his chair, beside yellow wallflowers
under fluffy blue clouds, light rain. Sun rests.
I feel blessed as I return to my nest,
scent of berries, rain and faint memories
alone again, with Spring, gliding sleepless
under fluffy blue clouds, light rain. Sun rests.
This is my seventh villanelle in this series, to read the others please browse through my old posts using the tag: #villanelles and I’ve also created a separate category for them on my website, you may click hereto read them all.
I fell in love with this form when I read “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath and “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas.
So, now I write a villanelle every Thursday about my Wednesday Walks.
*niar is a Hindi word which translates to ‘brook’ in English. I used it because I love that word and also ‘cuz if we write the word ‘rain’ backwards, we get ‘niar’!
ps: the featured images are clicked by me, one today and the sunshine one I clicked on the day of Holi.
What is a Villanelle?
A villanelle is a poem of nineteen lines, and which follows a strict form that consists of five tercets (three-line stanzas) followed by one quatrain (four-line stanza). Villanelles use a specific rhyme scheme of ABA for their tercets, and ABAA for the quatrain. The first and third lines of the first tercet function as repeating refrains, which alternate as the final line of each subsequent tercet and appear again as the two final lines of the concluding quatrain. Although villanelles often do use meter, they don’t have to use any one type of meter in particular.
Shoutout to:
I’ve decided to read this poem in a gathering of great poets from all over the world: dverse poets pub’s Open Link Night LIVE Come join us, recite your own poem or just listen if you want to, we’re a friendly bunch.
Here I am, in space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea level, 1401 ft to be accurate and here I crash now; headfirst: a buzzing light, inside. Nothingness with a light song of birds, outside. The buzzing, the breathing, changes with my emotions. Here it’s red and loud, there it’s blue and almost silent, somewhere between it’s purple and mundane. Oh now, my shivering soul, feel the peace, Love.
A jab rang bell, electricity runs through me. Goosebumps–tingles, inside. A light smile, outside. The buzzing stops, clear sounds of morning come, now the sunlight’s shining inside my mind–behind closed eyelids. I inhale and as I exhale, I open my mouth slightly and let out the divine sound, “Om”
Family, lovers, friends, enemies, haters, fakers, takers and givers, let’s all come together, here, we jam at a deep feeling.
Posted over at dverse where Merril is hosting Prosery Monday.
Prompt: Write a prose, no longer than 144 words (not including the title), the prose must also include the prompt line (word for word): “in space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea”. ~ May Sarton
The tautogram is best explained by its Greek root words of “tauto” meaning “the same” and “gramma” meaning “letter.” Basically, all words in the poem begin with the same letter.
Resolution
As I said in my first post this year, “After all, the new-year-resolutions are for children who don’t know any better.” So, when in today’s dverse prompt, Punam kinda consoled us to not let ourselves down just because we couldn’t hold true to our “resolutions” past January, I decided to write about my only promise to myself this year. It’s to keep peace a priority. ☮️✌️
I made this for my Insta blog. Give Peace a Chance!
Featured art uploaded by Suzzane on Pinterest and made by Liza Oxley.
September heart-to-hearts 