She sat beside the trodden ways
Among a gallery of strange faces
Like a wandering lonely cloud
Hidebound, softbound, spellbound…
Tag: Poetry
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farewell to sunday
The day is gone, and the sun
disappears into the West,
As the chariot of Apollo is done
with its quest for the day’s zest.
And leisure and laughter make
the hours seem too short.
As this day is nearing to end,
so do my minutes hasten to the end.
Farewell sighs and sings a ballad. -
a peach tree
I was angry with my foe
I hid it, my ire did grow.
And I tendered it in fears,
Day and night with my tears:
And I dried it with smiles,
And with false whispers.
And it grew day by day.
Till it bore a peach pretty,
And my foe saw it ripen
and knew it was mine.
And into my secret garden,
When all’s veiled in the dark;
In the morning delighted I see;
My foe trying to reach the tree.Author’s note: This is my take on William Blake’s “A Poison Tree.” I have to write this before saying goodbye to today and hello to tomorrow, lest all negative feelings should remain in my mind’s garden. For it is how I feel sometimes… But do we not?…
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mobile pick of the day
A double shot of imaginativeness
Added with packets of sweetness
Paired with milk of ingeniousness
Will turn tepid dullness into cool brilliance.
Author’s Note: While making an usual mobile selection of the Starbucks menu, I thought of this scribbling 🐶.
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fairy queen
Fairies, pray come and take me out of this rut
For I want to ride the wind with you in a heartbeat,
Stand on the highest crest of the leviathan tide,
And dance across the meadows and fly with light.
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transit of venus
She flies across the Face of the Sun
Flapping her veil through the stars
with dancing waves of her golden locks
To flaunt her Triumph over Reason.
Author’s Note: While I was reading my subscribed magazine on the Kindle Fire during lunch hour, I came upon this subject of Transit of Venus, a cosmic show in which the planet Venus passes directly across the sun in ever 253 years or so. Although I am highly doubtful of witnessing such a phenomenon while I am alive, the idea of it inspired me to write about it as the vision sprang from the mind’s eye.
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