yellow, the color of summer
hotly side-stepping
age and rules yellow
and then the red i see
in streaks hers
and orange reflectors
on toes-
an ageing medley,
the ditty-
tired.
i want her to stop,
pause the dance,
cool it with a splash
of blue
icy.
mulch am i?
raining on her
in summer too?!
She had shades of darkness to wrap around. Her iris glinted blue now and then green again. The pupil was rock-black at night and slate-grey in the day. Me- I was just dust on her cheek, dust she might decide to sweep away with a flood of her salty tears.
Will you drop me
A line,
Say you’re fine
As a thread
Come loose on my home-
spun frock.
The frock fits no more
But write me more
Of you,
Find fine
Lo(o)se thread?
P.S: Linked to Trifecta
a struggling-to-be-up morning
that croaked its way to seven
i peeped to no peepul
it lay on its side, up-
rooted, there was no road,
only rubble random and dust
sky-high
the crater next door
had grown over-night
my own concrete box
was tottering
i might slip
and fall
soon.
P.S: Linked as a Real Toad to the Imaginary Garden for Mama Zen’s 50 word Poe-et Challenge (http://withrealtoads.blogspot.in/2013/03/words-count-with-mama-zen.html)
can i say
it wasn’t me
but the runaway sentence
that broke free
when my back was turned?
if it hurt all that much,
i shall call each syllable up,
blunt their edges
and put them to rest
goodnight.
and tomorrow,
i shall juggle
the rebel letters up
to form-nice and sweet,
i swear! i swear!
but tell me this
would you rather
i be true and rude
or nice and false?
P.S: Owe the term runaway sentence to http://www.runawaysentence.com
P.P.S: Linked as a Real Toad to the Imaginary Garden for the Open Link Monday (http://withrealtoads.blogspot.in/2013/03/open-link-monday_25.html)
I see her-
fire-blossoms for eyes,
an assortment of extreme
opinions for sinuous limbs,
walking alone
and liking it too,
brushing her messy curls away from her ears
with impatience hers,
returning stares with relish,
gazing anew at her peepul’s fancy green spring,
registering wonder at its bright green optimism,
gliding through time,
no exactitudes for this wild creature,
only a free float
for swim she can’t,
dance she does though
to only my off-key ditties,
in her mascara and magenta-
green but not gracious,
i want to see her
oftener,
i need to be free,
BE her,
don’t you see?
P.S: Linked as a Real Toad to the Imaginary Garden for the Sunday Mini-Challenge (http://withrealtoads.blogspot.in/2013/03/sunday-mini-challenge-release-your.html) which asks us to release the inner wild woman and I have too, with pleasure. Owe Shay (http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.in/) for the term fire-blossom.
Sheets of rain,
Tiny mud fountains
Spattered the tyres
We skid
Slipped
slid
The only accent of rebellion-
My clenched fist
With its plain gold band
Do you remember
The salt and sweat
As I do?
P.S- Linked to Trifecta
