art: ifeng.com
Each dawn brings
Sunday’s lament
for ancient times.
Released on twilight’s limbs,
it crawls slowly
through arched skies –
wafting the darkness –
until it settles to meet
my ankles.
Luckily, songbirds
hidden by the morning mist
accompany me
on my journey,
always before sadness
beclouds my intent.
Ahead of me on this long,
long road, hope waits
with its strange arms
open wide, outstretched,
and ready to cradle me,
to make me replete.
Picture source: Paul Militaru. Thanks, Paul.
Beauteous stranger
draped in night’s soft silver –
petals cling like shades of past
as if scared of life’s bright light
A Naani consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables
Once candle light dies
Stars are framed by windowpane
Smoke slithers outside
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A lone flower nods
to fireflies at twilight
Thumbs douse the candle
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Grasping branches learn
that hushed air cannot be caught
nor wind be courted
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On the darkest nights
shadows hide a rose’s blush
scent seems far away
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Night draws to its chin
sleeping dreams awakening
clocks strike tomorrow
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Pearl moonlight dangles
crushed organza fluttering
wispy titian strands
for d’Verse Haiburn Monday – Stars. Other entries here.
Once inside the auburn hush of the park, we stood like lonely aliens. I wafted his gaze from the clay cold park bench to the blue black chiffon and diamante sky. I took a deep breath and I asked him if he would craft for me a heaven above his steel blue, warming smile then drape each shoulder with it; perhaps even wrap me up firmly with the bow of his strong and loving arms, and later would he sing for me a Valentine and strum my heart using the notes from the ebony sky as we lay together enmeshed in whispered secrets woven into tall grass where the chorus of his serenade would dissipate to meet the sparkling angels glowing in the night? He turned to me with a twinkle in his eyes and said, “No, but I can juggle. And actually, a star is a luminous sphere of plasma held by its own gravity…now breathe.”
Explosion of stars
Artificial light withdraws
Nature’s filaments
Poetry challenge #44: Ghazal by Jane Dougherty
3rd draft and final attempt – slightly diff but technically accurate.
Maidens tell tales when love remembers,
flamed arrows shoot a heart’s dying embers.
A stinging love’s smouldering ashes cry,
on dove cheeks, cute, unlike hearts’ dying embers.
Awaken Dawn with a dearth of kindling,
two souls, torn fruits of hearts’ dying embers.
Day perfumes rosewater of sullen dreams,
day wakes to salute hearts’ dying embers.
Clasp as partners to the edge of all love,
hands sieve moot ghosts from hearts’ dying embers.
2nd Revised version – I had missed out the internal rhyme, but this spoiled the first
Maidens tell tales when love remembers,
flamed arrows shoot a heart’s dying embers.
A stinging love’s smouldering ashes cry,
on dove cheeks, mute, like hearts’ dying embers.
Awaken Dawn with a dearth of kindling,
two souls, red fruits, hearts’ dying embers.
Day perfumes rosewater of sullen dreams,
drank to salute hearts’ dying embers.
Clasp as partners to the edge of all love,
hands sieve moot ghosts from hearts’ dying embers.
1st draft – without internal rhyme
Maidens tell tales when love remembers,
flamed arrows shoot a heart’s dying embers.
A stinging love’s smouldering ashes cry,
on dove cheeks, plump, like hearts’ dying embers.
Awaken Dawn with a dearth of kindling,
two souls laden with hearts’ dying embers.
Day perfumes rosewater of sullen dreams,
drank to enliven hearts’ dying embers.
Clasp as partners to the edge of all love,
hands sieve ash ghosts from hearts’ dying embers.
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