Folly

to give up too much, too soon power of your will to trust too much, too soon withering relationships  to reveal too much, too soon untested forums  to suppress too much, too soon silent screams Folly is and Folly will be Surrender forever https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/27/dverse-poetics-427-mussendens-temple/

Power Games

https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/20/poetics-the-charms-of-samuel-greenberg/ Credits: Prompt words chosen from ‘The pale Impromptu’ by S. Greenberg

Traitors’ Gate

Prompt words chosen Field.memory.magic Poem magic of memory pulls me back to a life once lived- fields now redefined reframed the way I like I use those routes to reach victory posts yet somehow unknowingly imperceptibly reach the traitors’ gate https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/13/three-little-words/

Moving in circles

do you see circles, or see a line all things move from here to there are you depressed, or elated all depends on the hat you wear i move with little thought or care don’t overestimate importance write a page, then file or tear jump the gun, take a chance learn a step, or form …

Sandcastles

I build castles in the sand with footprints of the past traversing roads roads in time which did not live up to promises of childhood yet, the castles are intact…. A strange creature turns in sleep dreams of the castles he will build over mine and unleash a new era ruled by what I called …

Canvas

A blank canvas to paint  your concepts and ideas enable you to brag show me off as a masterpiece, your best creation -is what you wanted you failed to think canvasses have a mind and colour of their own they decide how to interact with brushes and hues -help them to present a perfect picture …

Recycled Glory

genes rejig expressions -of beauty  already touched -songs already sung -colors splashed on the sky  aeons ago nothing’s original except the magician who creates illusions of uniqueness, authenticity, immortalises  delicate butterflies, breeds vanity of the swan I feel insecure tipped on points moving on circles whose toes am I stepping on? whose life am I …

Nightfall

west is where the sun sets, just to restmountains envelope the blazing sun-erased memories of the day callwith dusk, nightfall, imagined endings-azure, colour of hope now morphinginto grey, navy and then charcoalspring is a while away, not too farcool minds reflect, it's not end of day P.S The prompt line is from Les Murray ‘September’ …

It’s always me

It’s always you, it’s not me,  Mercury riding on your back with light you interact playing a game designed to sell You pass judgements on me…. You catch reflections bouncing back from my skin my core  you’ll never catch it lies so deep beneath I master language write self-portraits use a few filters from fave …

Medium

There is a peculiar Indian term "wheatish complexion" used for medium skin tones. This poem is about a father's hopes for his bright daughter, who does not rank high on the 'light skin' scales. Her smiles lovelier than  flowers  in full bloom brighten my day more than the sun her almond eyes twinkle with mirth, …