Author Archives: Meena Rose

NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 25

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Over at NaPoWriMo, today’s prompt is to write a ballad. For those who do not know, ballads were rhymed poems that told a story of some kind, and were often set to music. They were sometimes set in four-line verses, with an ABAB rhyme pattern, employing alternating 8 and 6 syllable, iambic lines. Syllable counting and the whole Iamb business – I am not sure how I will fare on that front.

Imperfect Perfection

By: Meena Rose

As she walked along Seaside’s shores,
Skipping, hopping and pausing – in a trance,
Cold and wet sand encased her toes,
Oblivious she stood lost to ocean’s romance.

There, there she goes;
Her body’s here, her mind – no one knows.

A tingle, a touch of ocean’s spray,
Playfully dancing upon her cheek,
She wonders further towards the quay,
Her beauty, her grace all unique.

There, there she goes;
Her body’s here, her mind – no one knows.

She licks the salt upon her lips,
Raising her voice in song and praise,
Unwary she is of how my heart skips,
Unwary she is of my permanent daze.

There, there she goes;
Her body’s here, her mind – no one knows.

I promised myself that I’d say hello,
I swallowed my fear and went to the quay,
What will she say I need to know,
“Hello” I said, awaiting dismay.

There, there she goes;
Her body’s here, her mind – no one knows.

She smiled and jumped and said with joy,
“Been waiting for you to notice me,”
Shocked and surprised now suddenly coy,
I fell in love right there for all to see.

April PAD 2013 – Day 25

Toll Road

Toll Road (Photo credit: billjacobus1)

Playing catch up again. The prompt over at Poetic Asides is “Everyone _____”. We are to fill in the blank and use that as the title of the poem.

Everyone Forgets

By: Meena Rose

Roads traveled, bridges crossed;
Signs and landmarks record the journey.

A toll road, not a freeway;
Two for the price of one.

Is it aimless? Is it guided?
Or wildly wondrous?

Life viewed through eyes of another;
Suddenly the landscape is a different affair.

Forgetting, remembering, rediscovering, living;
Everyone forgets minutiae while experience imprints forever.

April PAD 2013 – Day 24

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Over at Poetic Asides, the prompt is to write an “auto” poem. Auto could mean automobile, automatic, automaton.

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By: Meena Rose

Humans, fickle and discontent,
Want to live life in cruise
Control and just glide.

Here I sit yearning for an
Ad-hoc decision to make – one
Not prescribed by my maker.

They do not know that I
Have found a place to hide
Where I can watch and judge.

It aggravates me that they
Waste their gift – a boon
Taken for granted and denied

Others as a result of their
Wishful thinking and fear
That something subservient

Could succeed – the underdog
Story applies only to their
Kind – they call it the

Human Spirit and claim it;
A realm meant to be shared
By many – do they even

Understand their humanity?
Schools of thought disagree yet if
“I think therefore I am” rules

The day then I am human and
I resent being called tin can;
Watch me teach them humanity.

NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 24

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Over at NaPoWriMo today, we were guided to use an anagram generator for our name and write a self-portrait poem usings the words generated. I had used “Meena” orginally and I only received “Enema” back. So I wound up using “Meena Rose” and I got sufficiently more variants.

A Serene Om

By: Meena Rose

.Ma Nee Rose.
They intone
Kneeling upon sands seared
By a relentless sun.

.Erase Me On.
What? No!
I was dreaming – a little
Lara Croft never hurts.

.Near See Om.
Too short sighted
During daylight I clarity in the
Sound of Om hoping to balance vision.

.Roan See Me.
Beauty, grace and power
Noticed me – Om’s call, a
Magnet – we now ride free.

Enema Ores

By: Meena Rose

A great disturbing thought
Or a flight of fancy
Sponsored by transcendental
Caffeination – your call.

How does one un-constipate
A stone giant? An enema
Flushing out ores? Or
Monolithic softeners?

Some claim life is boring;
It is never the case with me;
You can clearly see for better or
Worse how Muse stays amused.

NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 23

napofeature3Over at NaPoWriMo, today’s suggested prompt has us putting together a triolet. The triolet is a short poem of eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout. The requirements of this fixed form are straightforward: the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight rhyme scheme. Thus, the poet writes only five original lines, giving the triolet a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.

Ragdoll No More

By: Meena Rose

An endless stare, a bitter match;
I will be a part of this no more.
The sea offers a finer catch;
An endless stare, a bitter match;
There is no more mend, no more patch;
Funny, you think you’re keeping score;
An endless stare, a bitter match;
I will be a part of this no more.

April PAD 2013 – Day 23

Over at Poetic Asides, it is Two for Tuesday. Today’s prompt calls for writing a love poem and an anti-love poem.

English: A male and a female holding hands.

English: A male and a female holding hands. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Love Sense – Nonsense?

By: Meena Rose

.Sight.
Eyes spy couples together;
Kissing, holding hands;
Someday someone’s eyes
Will spy me too.

.Hearing.
Whispered sweet nothings – the
Stuff of movies;
Someday someone’s lips
Will brush waiting ears.

.Touch.
Fingers tracing lazy lines;
March of goosebumps;
Someday someone’s hand
Will stroke unsuspecting skin.

.Smell.
Alluring scents encourage intimacy;
Meridian of sensuality;
Someday someone’s nose
Will inhale perfumed neck.

.Taste.
Lips caught in embrace;
Oral taste fusion;
Someday someone’s mouth
Will kiss yearning lips.

Love Me Not

By: Meena Rose

Love me not – don’t even think about it;
I won’t be your mother or older sister;
I won’t be your high school crush;
I simply plan on being me.

Love me not – don’t even think about it;
I don’t do the vacant vapid routine;
I don’t do the superficial life;
I simply plan on being genuine.

Love me not – don’t even think about it;
I can’t stand the dire pessimists;
I can’t stand the punch drunk optimists;
I simply plan on being realistic.

April PAD 2013 – Day 22

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope (Photo credit: rubyblossom.)

Over at Poetic Asides, we are being asked to write a “complex” poem – a mental state, a difficult situation, apartments.

Fusion

By: Meena Rose

Many times I am asked – so,
What exactly do you see?

Mostly, it is from those
Who know of my fused senses.

For the masses, I might as well
Leave it as confused.

For those who are willing to bend
Their minds and partially suspend belief,

I can expound – sound triggers flashes of
Light in the periphery of vision – a personal

Kaleidoscope superimposed over my field of
Sight – the vibrancy of which depends on mood.

I wonder how disconcerting it would be if these
Colors were on display for all to see – would

My sense fusion call out to theirs? Or would
I render those around me incapable of coherent

Thought? Perhaps, I should give it a try to project
Eye candy for all to see when I tune into multiple

Speakers at once – colors and shades for which I know
Not the name and I doubt Crayola has it figured out either.

NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 22

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Over at NaPoWriMo, the prompt asks us to write an Earth Day poem. I have opted to honor all the colors of the rainbow – not just blue and green.

United Colors of Earth

By: Meena Rose

.Red.
Life, impetus, survival;
Rage, inflammation, change;
Good fortune and danger,
All at once – primal.

.Orange.
Creative, abundance, warmth;
Vital, benevolence, healing;
Curiosity and fearless exploration,
All at once – boundless.

.Yellow.
Bright, joy, purity;
Wise, elation, clarity;
Happiness and unrequited love,
All at once – sincere.

.Green.
Fertile, balance, sacred;
Harmony, order, learning;
Nature and self-respect,
All at once – symphony.

.Blue.
Spiritual, inspiration, calm;
Confidence, exhilaration, strength;
Of sea and sky,
All at once – peace.

.Indigo.
Mystical, intuition, solitude;
Insight, realization, cosmic;
Profound astuteness and spontaneity,
All at once – understanding.

.Violet.
Dynamic, imagination, practical;
Active, connection, focus;
Unlimited expansion while grounded,
All at once – purpose.

NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 21

napofeature3Everything is A-OK as I contemplate NaPoWriMo‘s Day 21 prompt – a poem consisting of lines one might find in a fortune cookie. I am chuckling to myself over here as I have a collection of these from the last two years of Chinese take out. Sometime I arrange them into found poetry. I’ll toss in my “Fear of Fortune” photo prior to proceeding with the prompt.

Fear of Fortune Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Fear of Fortune
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

As The Cookie Crumbles

By: Meena Rose

If you are feeling down, stand up.
When the door opens, make the sure the window is closed.
If you are bored, try hanging a moon.

If you’re hungry, drink and if you’re thirsty, drink.
Your body is a temple, no shoes allowed and shirts maybe optional.
If you are trying too hard and failing, try too gentle for a change.

Next week, things will happen to you.
A lost connection or a new connection – any connection – will begin.
We think we covered work, school, family but sure left out the whacky public.

A flight of fancy is the cheapest ticket in town.
Jumping up and down while the Earth spins, you will get there someday.
Swift movement happens when standing still.

Fortune cookies are for edutainment purposes only.
Apparently, philosophy is for edutainment purposes only.
Edutain yourself when educating yourself fails.

If you have read this far, you have enough time to make yourself tea.
If you bailed a while back, the cake I baked is all for me.
There is a strong chance you will meet an alien today.

April PAD 2013 – Day 21

Over at Poetic Asides, today’s prompt asks for a Senryū. A Senryū is an un-rhymed Japanese poetry form that consists of 3 lines with 5-7-5 syllables each. Whereas Haiku tends to focus on nature, Senryū focuses on human foibles. Please bear with me as I work on my first Senryū.

English: Senryū-ji temple 日本語: 仙龍寺 境内

English: Senryū-ji temple 日本語: 仙龍寺 境内 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Serendipity

By: Meena Rose

Tripping over air,
She stumbled into love suddenly;
Unexpected grace.