Poem: I’m Back

The moon sits in the sky
It's smiling
Somewhere, a bird gives a cry
Sea's sighing
The sun blushes, it's shy
It's evening
I'm back, I wonder why
I kept leaving?
Was I afraid that if I die
It'd be of no meaning
So, I started living a lie
Believing
That when we say goodbye
The grieving
Lasts forever, but I
Was deceiving
Myself. Grief's like a butterfly
It's fleeting.

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

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Poem: Spring and Summer

Summer is only sleeping 
but Spring wakes him awake 
with her songs of love;
the chorus of birds in the morning,
the buzzing of bees over the flowers,
the sounds of tinkling streams,
wind rustling in the tress
and the rain pattering in the streets.
And when sweet Spring looks around herself,
she sees Summer standing nearby,
strong and handsome with a tanned face.

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

For NAPOWRIMO 2022. This is an old poem of mine, I am posting it with little modifications. If I get the time maybe I’ll write one more poem based on the prompt for today.

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First Day at The Gym

He was a shy boy, almost 14 and skinny. His friends often made fun of his body in school, so he decided to join a gym, determined to put on some muscle weight that summer.

On his first day at the gym, when the trainers took a look at him, they asked, “What’s up with your posture, kid. Why your shoulders are uneven like that?”. He knew they’d ask this, his friends all make fun of the posture thing too. It’s something he has explained to his friends countless times but that didn’t stop them from calling him names and making fun of him. He worked up his nerve to explain a bunch of strangers the cause of his uneven shoulders or as his parents like to put it, “The story of the day he was born”. “Yeah, the thing is, when I was born my food pipe and wind pipe were intermingled. So, doctors had to perform a surgery to remedy the situation. For the surgery, they made a large incision beneath my right shoulder and for more than 2 months the shoulder had to be kept at a higher position than the other which ruined my posture.” One of the trainers spoke, “The condition is common and there are exercises I can teach you which’ll help restore your posture.” He didn’t know it could be restored. He was happy, he said, “Thank you, sir.”

That night before going to bed he removed his t-shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. He stood there, lopsided posture, skinny figure and the scar visible: looking like a horrible stitch mark stretching from his lower part of the right shoulder to his chest. He was sad, his body looked disgusting but he was hopeful. He said to himself, “It’s nothing some exercises and a plastic surgery can’t fix.”

Posted over at NAPOWRIMO 2022

Today Maureen prompts us to write a prose poem: A story about the body. Inspired by Robert Hass’s remarkable prose poem, A Story About the Body”.

I also have a good news to share today: I am the featured participant of the day at NaPoWriMo because of my poem “Forever Might Be Short” I was surprised and very happy when I came to know that.

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

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Forever Might Be Short

Forever might be short
short like my poems
which are forever 
preserved 
between the pages
of my notebook.

Forever might be short
short like the spring rain
that drenches the flowers
and creates a scent 
which is remembered forever. 

Forever might be short 
short like the grass 
which grows and grows
until forever.

Forever might be short 
short like an affair 
that first love stare 
which seems like forever.

This year I’ve decided to take part in NAPOWRIMO. This is my submission to the Early-Bird Prompt.

Also linked to dverse: OLN #313

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The Visit

The old wizard sauntered into the room and lit the fireplace with his wand. Today he had a visitor, an old friend, a professor and a spy. He looked down on the cat. The witch transfigured into her human form. “I have some crucial information regarding the death eaters.” she said.

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

Prompts

  1. The Sunday Muse #196
  2. Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #246\

Featured image’s credit: Josephine

The image directly took me to Harry Potter’s world and I remembered how Professor Minerva McGonagall greatly helped the Ministry of Magic’s resistance through spying on Death Eaters and bringing the Aurors crucial information on their activities.

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99 Word Story: They Come at Night

It’s a bitter winter night and he has to stay outside to guard his family. It’s been like this since a month, when the rumors began that the undead are among the living.

At first he thought it was a joke, but then the people began to disappear in cities. Rumors said that they took them all into the woods, where the undead lived.

He lays down the red cloth in front of the gate, puts some garlic on it and then checks his gun and silver bullets. He’s ready, now he just wishes for the night to end.

I’ve submitted this story over at Carrot Ranch it’s my first submission over there. The prompt is to write a 99 word story about “The wish I made”.

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Minute Poem

Since she's gone, my heart is pining.
Stars are shining,
Moon is burning,
dawn is coming.

I sit alone on the terrace.
look out, there is
a flock of birds.
Mind's full of words.

Poetry mends the broken heart, 
when love departs,
I write a piece,
my heart's at peace. 

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

Posted over at dverse

Prompt

To write a minute poem. The elements of the Minute Poem are:

1. narrative poetry.
2. a 12 line poem made up of 3 quatrains. (3 of 4-line stanzas)
3. syllabic, 8-4-4-4   8-4-4-4   8-4-4-4 (First line has 8 syllables of each stanza.  Remaining lines has 4 syllables in each stanza)
4. rhymed, rhyme scheme of aabb ccdd eeff.
5. description of a finished event (preferably something done is 60 seconds).
6. is best suited to light verse, likely humorous, whimsical or semi-serious.

I am not very happy with this poem, I think it could’ve been better but nothing else was coming to my mind so I had to post it.

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Thimble of Poetry

He went to the sea in a thimble of poetry

Poet Warning, Jim Harrison
He was having trouble 
keeping up with the times.

He was a poet
and a blogger.

Kids these days 
were all about 
Youtube and vlogs,

none of them 
read anything
anymore

and there he was
who still practiced writing
with pen and pad.

He reminisces, 
standing under the shower, 
about when he was a kid

and it was spring 
he'd fly kites 
on the sea shore,

wearing his mother's thimble
to protect his forefinger
from getting cut 
by the manja.

After taking the bath 
he got nostalgic 
and went to the sea 
with his pen and pad.

There he sat on the sandy seashore
and mused over the sighing sea--

"Ageless sea,
can you return
me my spring 
kite, which had a hand-drawn 
illustration of a little boy 
chasing butterflies on it 
and which you took  
away from me.
I cried because I loved it,
like how I'm crying now 
because I loved that kid
and my mother's thimble 
which she gave me 
from her sewing kit, 
so that I can fly kites safely.
Oh, ageless sea 
can you return
me my spring days?"

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

Posted over at dverse

It took two days to come up with a piece for this prompt, I struggled a lot, at first I was thinking of writing a square poem using the epigraph but I couldn’t do it! So I settled for a free verse poem, I hope you guys like it.

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Quadrille: Dating a Poet

On a boat, just me and her,
and as I'm about to kiss her 
she whispers,
"Wait, watch how the Moon flickers
in the winter river.
The crescent Moon's silver
shadow shimmers
and as the cold wind delivers
a chilly ripple, 
the shadow shivers."

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

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Prompt

Use shiver–or some form of the word—in a poem of exactly 44 words. The form is up to you. Shiver in rhyme, or shiver in free verse. Shiver in the past, present, or future.

I’ve chosen to write a free verse poem with each line’s end word rhyming with ‘shiver’. I listened to one of my favorite rolling stones track while I wrote this poem.

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