The Unknown Woman Of The Sea

Unheard, unsung songs of her,

lurk on the ocean floor,

under the curls of tides,

her salty tears hide,

within the white foam,

she swirls and roams.

Who is she?

whose songs drift hither and thither,

echoing the vast blue.

 

On the days of full moon,

when ocean waves dance,

the unknown woman of the sea,

can be seen swaying in the waves.

 

Is she a mermaid, a siren or a selkie?

whose songs drift hither and thither,

echoing the vast blue.

For 

https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/23/poetics-sounding-the-siren/

A Fairy Dream

Once,

a fairy alighted,

upon me at night,

and a silvery night it was.

As,

her feathers shimmered,

my eyes glimmered,

and a glittery dream it seemed.

She,

waved her magic wand,

flowers, bees, birds danced,

and a magical dance tis was.

Then,

dawn announced its arrival,

with a light yet dim,

the fairy flew away,

showering blessings,

on me and my kin.

Written for my sweet  daughter😊

Crowned Beauty (The Corona Virus)

 Oh! Crowned Beauty,

The world is under your enchanting spell,

a spell not ushering us to heaven, but to hell.

A compassionate touch,

speaks so much,

but, now this touch,

is a gush of death.

Many dreams crushed,

many screams hushed,

or

left to die,

on the roadside.

Life is ill,

turning into a silence all still,

a somber silence………

a macabre silence……..

 Oh! Crowned Beauty,

The world is under your enchanting spell,

a spell not ushering us to heaven, but to hell.

For My Lord

Oh! Dear Lord

you are my refuge in the storm,

a balm for my emotions that are torn,

amidst the deep wilderness,

your sweet cuckoo voice,

beckons me with tenderness,

your divinity is my venerable temple,

it fills my soul with happiness so ample.

Don’t Tame Her: Quadrille

Spring’s misty waves,

flow through her thick curls,

a river of dreams,

gushes down her veins,

her heart is a feral child,

nascent, bright sunshine,

emotions pure, beautiful,

footsteps slow, gentle and mild,

let her wander freely,

and don’t tame her heart,

born wild.

Quadrille: A poem of exactly 44 words.

Foot Steps Of Winter: Rime Royal Sonnet

I feel your whispers lingering,

among the orchard trees,

snowy mist is the wonderful gift you bring.

Life wraps blanket of cool breeze,

dark skies summon the azure blue sea,

orange, green hues turn to brownish shades,

songs of winter-glory, sing beautiful maids.

Days give space to nights in their hearts,

birds fly away to far summer lands,

a hint of nature for winter’s start.

Evening spills warmth hands in hands,

weaving lovely memories strand by strand,

on my door I hear winter’s footsteps,

now, it is time for the summer to rest.

Rime Royal Sonnet form: A seven line stanza of three rhymes, arranged with a rhyme scheme of; a. b. a.  b. b. c. c

First published in VerbalArt (Vol. 3, Issue 2)

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Mother Nature

Mother nature’s glory

And her simple stories,

My granny used to tell,

Beside the village well.

She would lead us to the mountains,

High above the sky, freely flowing fountains.

Among the clouds we would fly unscathed,

Our imaginations like fledglings newly hatched.

But, gone are those days of carefree stories,

Nature’s heart soaked in worries.

Man’s relentless exploitation,

Consume nature without hesitation.

Nature bleeds red with rust,

Her crown decorated with dust.

Oh! hear the plea, every nation,

Restore mother nature,

and save every future generation.

First published in Sky Island journal.

https://www.skyislandjournal.com/issues#/issue-2-fall-2017/