Finding You

Writng 201: Poetry

Prompt: Landscape, form: found poem, device: enumeratio

I haven’t followed the suggested form for this one. Too much work. 😛

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I want to find you, away

From these four walled brightly lit rooms where people sit in a daze

Away from the dull voices, the meaningless walks with a definite destination

Away from a place where trees grow in near lines and the grass is levelled

Away from all this order, neatness and death.

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I want to find you, again and again

Discover everything that I had lost, forgotten, ignored and unloved

In a world of ticking clocks and calculated meals and tight schedules.

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I want to find you in a place

Where I can love you like I want to

Love your hands and your eyes, your fingers, your forehead, your smiles

Where I can listen to the shifts of your voice, your laugh, your breath

Where I can lie down, feel the grass pressed hard against my knuckles,

Look up at the endless sky patterned with haphazard branches and swaying clouds

Where I can know and love, for sure, all that you are,

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I want to find you where I can love you,

I want to find you, away.

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What to Make of You

Writing 201: Poetry

Day#7 Prompt: Fingers, Form: Prose poem, Device: Assonance

I could look at your restless long fingers the whole day long.Your soft, fond fingers rubbing my aching back so tender, so gentle. Your nervous fingers, fumbling confusedly as you speak to someone you don’t know. Fingers that fail at tying my hair. Experts at holding me before I fall and dividing food. Fingers that lazily tap on your stupid phone. Make me feel loved, make me feel covered through their warmth, no, their heat, through all the different ways they know to touch. Scare me like nothing ever has or ever will when you are angry, the grip of your fingers so icy, so strong on my arm that I am choked. I don’t know what to make of you or your fingers: should I trust the warmth or the cold anger? Your fingers lay waiting and apprehensive as your mouth asks for forgiveness. My eyes are still fixed on your fingers to read what you’ll do next.

Moulds and Shapes

Writing 201: Poetry

Day#3 Prompt: Trust, Form: Acrostic, Device: Internal rhyme

Deliberating, her eyes raised and hand stretched, she waits

I grab hold firmly. I don’t want her to let go now.

Shakily she stands, her quivering hands, my heart wearily pants

The anticipation of what will come, the weight of what is done.

Rotten memories cloud us both, they will mould us

Unwilling we are to let them shape us, we tighten our hold

Striving to change our shapes, to be what we want to be instead of what we must

Till at last we can learn to trust ourselves not to let the world shape us.

The Happy Charm

NaPoWriMo Day#3: Write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme. It could be a charm against warts, or against traffic tickets. It could be a charm to bring love, or to bring free pizzas from your local radio station

I SUCK at rhyming, so here’s a crappy, cheesy, corny poem:

A gentle wind to chase away your blues

The joy in your eyes reflecting all kinds of hues.

Our feet sinking in the messy sand

As we walk hand-in-hand.

My happiness charm is easy,

Though it may sound cheesy

All I need is you

To make me feel new.

This Night

We lay on the moist grass

A soft wind blew. The cold

Had taken leave, summer

Had not yet stomped in.

It was the beautiful in-between season

When tiny flowers unabashedly coloured

And the nights were cloaked in a cooling hug.

 

The black trees swayed gently above us

The stars seemed so close and the sky so near

That it seemed they’d fall on us any moment.

 

But all I could see was your tender smile

And the shadows of leaves softly touching your face

As the sky shone softly in your eyes,

I realized I could always see this night

In you. 

Him and Her

Him and Her

He looked at her,

“I’m leaving”, he said.

Her head was bent

She did not see 

His lips quivering

As he wished

That she’d ask him 

To stay.

 

Ask me to stay, his mind begs,

I will. I’ll stay through it all.

Our love will never be

A flawless love song,

But it’d be like sunlight

That shines on broken glass.

I’ll never call you an angel

Because you’re the most 

Difficult person I know.

But I’d like to figure out

The enigma your eyes shield

Every time you blink.

 

She couldn’t look at him

And let him read 

The shameless pleading

Written over her wet face.

His words, said so coldly,

Struck her in places

She never knew could hurt.

 

She wanted to beg, to reach out

Tell him she loved him so much

That she couldn’t ever say

“I love you”.

She yearned to tell him

That all her dreams were 

Of doing nothing with him

And never getting tired of it.

Their love would be difficult,

And they’d make each other bleed,

But if they felt defeated,

They could be broken together.

 

He waited. She doesn’t look up.

His eyes beg. She doesn’t look up.

She stops herself from choking.

“Then leave,” she whispers.