Morning Bloom

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‘He made the world to be a grassy road

Before her wandering feet.’ – W. B. Yeats

O’ morning bloom

Cheeks turned lovely pink

Gently touched by rising sun

One look at nature’s boon

All it took

To shrug off the gloom

 

O’ morning bloom

Fill my heart with joy

Banishing dark, gory mood

What a joy to behold

Your smiling, radiant face

Warming my heart

Driving away chilling cold

 

O’ morning bloom

Spread the joy all around

For a moment

Give us hope

Push away thoughts

Of dawning doom


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Twelve

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Darkness as the sun shines

‘And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,’  W.B. Yeats.

Darkness as the sun shines
Vultures are circling ready to dive
Sun hidden by their wings
Hyenas surreptitiously closing in
Beacon of hope to entire world
Crawling back to the womb
Alternate facts eviscerating truth
Enemy within us ready for the kill
Party time for the vultures and the hyenas
Smirking their lips
As darkness creeps slowly
On the land of the free
Swamp reeks
Home of the braves held
Hostage to fear and lies
Drain the swamp, yes
Start at the top


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Ten

 

 

Crimson Crown

The streets are empty now, mourners have gone home
Lonely flower bouquets keeping each other company
Street lamps casting their lights as shadows roam
Here and there a few walk around drunkenly

What a lovely day it was full of laughter and hope
People milling around happily, sun shining through
A few shady characters trying to sell some dope
As I saw her coming down the street, my hope grew

She came with open arms and thousand roses bloomed
Her rosy cheeks and radiant smile filled my heart with joy
Never did I realized my love was to be short lived and doomed
In my imagination, she was more beautiful than Helen of Troy

Single red rose I offered she accepted with glee
Hand in hand we walked enjoying the day
Oblivious to the world around us, our spirits free
Ready to face the unknown future, come what may

When it came it came with a bang, no one expected
Peace was shattered, sun hid its face, the street exploded
Loud bang followed by deadly silence was all that remained
Blood and bones scattered everywhere, as chaos reigned

Amidst the ruins I looked for my love, where my joy has gone
Stem of the red rose bereft of its petals was the only memento I found
Heart filled with grief, bracing myself to a pole, looked up at the setting sun
Red rose petals mixed with gold blazed like a crimson crown


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Seven

 

 

 

Day of Reckoning : Three Line Tales, Week 92

Sparkling lights, burning bright, lighting up the sky, hopes are high

Million strong, hoping to right the wrong, shouting we belong

Darkness underneath all encompassing, it’s still too far for the day of reckoning

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Three Line Tales-Week 92

Hope and Stay : RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #162

Hope everlasting
Keeps us alive and kicking
Stay away morons

*****
Audacity sure
Hope extremely contagious
Stayed eight long good years

*****
Hope dark cloud goes soon
Megalomaniac leaves
Destructive stay ends


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Winter:Week Fifty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

I always loved winter.  When I was growing up, the town I was born was still a small place comparatively.  It still had lots of open, marshy lands all around and lots of trees.  I used to look forward to winter, because winter meant no more sweaty days, lot less mosquitos and best of all, school was about to be over.  I used to dream about when I could be in my bed, under the quilt with a story book in my hand and mind lost somewhere dreaming about winter wonderland.  Snow was of course a distant dream.

First time I saw snow up close was when I was attending college in the midwest.  It was a clear morning in March, cool and crisp.  Suddenly through the windows of our third floor classroom, I saw some fluffy white stuff floating by. Somebody shouted snow. We all rushed to the windows to see.  Before long, the road below was covered by the white stuff and by day’s end there was around six inches of snow on the ground.  I had seen some flurries during Christmas time in Atlanta but that was not snow.  It did not stick to the ground.  This was the real stuff.  Oh, what joy! Nirvana! That night was bitingly cold, ice had formed on the road below our department building. Like many other novice students before me, I had the misfortune to slip on black ice that night and a lingering pain on my rear end for few days to remind me of my foolishness of stepping out without looking.  My love for winter definitely was not hurt by the fall.

Winter, of course has it’s bad association. Nuclear winter, political winter and what not.  For me winter is a season of rest and relaxation to be rejuvenated for the coming spring.  If it is winter, spring is not far behind.  There is always hope.  With that hope in mind, starting word for my poem for week fifty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter W is “Winter”.  Two more weeks and my journey will be complete.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Jan-11-2017 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings