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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 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.

April PAD 2013 – Day 20

At Poetic Asides, we are asked to write a beyond poem – beyond comprehension or from the great beyond.

Bridal Veil Trail Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Bridal Veil Trail
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Wellspring

By: Meena Rose

Beyond the city limits;
Beyond the stress of life;
Beyond the trappings of civilization;
Beyond it all is Nature – grand and

Wild, timeless and splendid – inviting
All to respond to the innate call of Origin;
Within its shadows, the fog lifts;
Within its music, the pulse quickens;

Immersed and infused, so far within, I
Am beyond – I float, I rise, I fly;
Rejuvenation found upon touch of sun;
Intimate, delicate and personal;

Whispered sighs caught upon the breeze;
Messages of Crow entrusted within;
A wellspring of hope despite it all;
From the beyond, comes a life worth living.

April PAD 2013 – Day 19

Almost caught up. On Day 19 at Poetic Asides, the prompt was to write a burn poem.

Canada's Centennial Flame - Ottawa 19 02 09

Canada’s Centennial Flame – Ottawa 19 02 09 (Photo credit: Mikey G Ottawa)

Dance of Light

By: Meena Rose

Some have “scorched earth”
With its might while others
Have formed and shaped
The Elements.

Some have been nourished
By its benevolence while
Others have been made to suffer;
Shaped by fear.

Here I sit today gazing
Upon the flame that warms
My old bones smiling, lost
To the flicker of its tongue.

Yes, the heat is seeping in
Warming arteries that once
Coursed with vitality – your
Love dearest, engulfed me whole.

April PAD 2013 – Day 18

On to Day 18 at Poetic Asides. Here the prompt is asking for using the following as the title of the poem: “I Am ________ ” and we are to fill in the blank.

Solitude at Fanno Creek Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Solitude at Fanno Creek
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

I Am Not Alone

By: Meena Rose

Isn’t it amazing how when
Listening to friends, our
Instincts guide us to assure
Them that they are not alone?

Isn’t it equally amazing how
Readily we forget that when
It applies to us – that internal
Fight to do it alone, is that

Instinct too? Or is it
Nature versus nurture? Perhaps
The answer is less important
Now that I know I am not alone.

April PAD 2013 – Day 17

Hello Everyone,

I had to take an unplanned break from writing as my other obligations dominated my mind share. Here is my attempt to get caught up. Hopefully come Sunday, I will be all caught up.

NOT BY CHAGALL, a watercolor by R.L.Huffstutter

NOT BY CHAGALL, a watercolor by R.L.Huffstutter (Photo credit: roberthuffstutter)

So, for Poetic Asides, the prompt for Day 17 is to write an express poem – express train, express deliver or may be even and expressionist painting.

“When Matisse dies, Chagall will be the only painter left who understands what color really is.”
~ Pablo Picasso

Life in HD

By: Meena Rose

Whimsical, tragical;
Critical, always logical;

Reasons I am drawn
To expressionism;

Unafraid to claim and
Express and shine light on

Areas of life all at once
Taken for granted.

A plea, a call, a dare
To recognize and explore

The exclamation points of
Life – pursuit of happiness,

Seeing love in novel light,
Highlighting our frailty as people -

Creatures of light forced into dark;
Wars, violence, poverty – captured

Undeniable in their impact – yet,
The challenge is there to get back

To the light – a return to a natural
State calling it as they see it.

April PAD 2013 – Day 14

Eclipse Total da Lua | 03 de Março de 2007

Eclipse Total da Lua | 03 de Março de 2007 (Photo credit: .aLx.)

Today at Poetic Asides, the task was to write a Sonnet with rhymes or without.

Moon Beams

By: Meena Rose

Have you happened on the thief
Who has stolen all my smiles?
Whose subtle words bring on relief?
Whose tales show off his wiles?

Have you happened on the thief
Who makes the Moon blush?
Whose gentle laugh serves as aperitif?
Whose hinted banter makes me flush?

Have you happened on the thief
Who transforms Dark to Light?
Whose ministrations have ended all grief?
Who makes me feel like a bird in flight?

Moon betrays his presence;
Yes, I can feel his essence.

Day 10 of Dual Challenges

Cold Sufferer's Interview View

Cold Sufferer’s Interview View

Day 10 for the PAD challenge requires us to write a “suffering” poem about something/someone suffering or even, about a “suffering” poem.

I haven’t a clue exactly where this offering of mine came from, but I laughed aloud when I read it back. I know these kinds of days and circumstances. Enjoy!

Mars in Your Eyes

Ah, that red planet’s
Dust has fallen into your eyes,
Leaving behind reddened weeping;
Your symptoms are unmistakable,
With the sensitivity to sun’s warming
Rays, even as falls of tears wash across
Fiery orbs, detailed with Mars’ Grand Canyon.
Soon nasal accompaniment will ensue,
Bringing with it a flock of tissues,
White until they leave your hands,
To fill baskets with your fluids,
As you struggle to breathe.
Who knew being cold
Could make you feel so hot?

# # # #

On the other hand, or side of the ether zone–take your pick–NaPoWriMo asked us to write an un-love poem—sarcastic dislike. Again, something sprang to mind immediately. My earlier jaunt with Muse must have been paying off. I didn’t have to spend hours trying to figure out a subject for one of these prompts. I hope you don’t know someone like this, but if you do, you’ve already learned the lesson.

Will He, Nil He

Responsibility, an unknown
trait in his life,
glares at him from afar,
willing him to try it
for a change of pace.
He honestly cannot see it,
his eyes only on himself;
so beware, those who love him;
he can steal more than your heart,
given his attitude of will he,
nil he as part of his art.

 

April PAD 2013 – Day 7

We are already at the one week mark. Is it just me or has time simply flown by? At any rate, over at Poetic Asides we are asked to write a sevenling to honor the day. If you are unfamiliar with a sevenling it goes as follows:

Poetry

Poetry (Photo credit: Kimli)

It’s a 7-line poem that features two tercets and a one-liner in the final (third) stanza. The first two stanzas should have an element of three in them that can either play off each directly, work as juxtaposition, or have no connection whatsoever. The final line should work as either a punchline, weird twist, or punctuation mark.

The Grand Illusion

By: Meena Rose

Bogged down by
Work, commitments and
Spreading herself too thin

She longed for time
To pursue interests, fight for a cause
And champion the voiceless

She learned “No” will get her there – not “Yes”

April PAD 2013 – Day 5

Over at Poetic Asides, we are being asked to write a “Plus” poem. Let’s see if my take on the word “Plus” makes sense in this Villanelle that I have to offer.

Lunchtime BirdsPhoto Credit: Meena Rose

Lunchtime Birds
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Plus en Plus

By: Meena Rose

Never settle for mediocrity,
Set your aim high and soar;
Despite measures for austerity.

Penny wise and pound foolish – superfluity,
Watch for the wise men and their fabled lore;
Never settle for mediocrity.

Popular culture reaches new heights of vapidity,
Live out your purpose and settle the score;
Despite measures for austerity.

Creativity and self expression – boundless fertility,
The universe is yours to explore;
Never settle for mediocrity.

Social conscience unearths new levels of placidity,
A blight you must never ignore;
Despite measures for austerity.

Uncover your personal divinity,
This is your time, your grand tour;
Never settle for mediocrity,
Despite measures for austerity.