Deutzia Haiku

bound together with

the fiber of emotions

white deutzias

.

free flowering shrub

exuberant in spring sun

blooming deutzias

.

aura of heavens

surrounded by deutzias

hoisted hands, eyes closed

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 216 Deutzia flower

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Sylvia Plath- her voice still echoes around…

Here is my tribute to Sylvia Plath; a villanelle-

her voice still echoes around

the lone bird, lost in the mirrors of time

faded, yet there with a fluttering sound

 

hear, take it in, let it be found

moaning in pain, narrating the crime

her voice still echoes around

 

her body decaying in the burial ground

she is gone, leaving behind her life’s dime

faded, yet there with a fluttering sound

 

the years she spent but being bound

a prisoner to her own mind’s rime

her voice still echoes around

 

leaving nothing behind her, no expound

just her work, her prayers, so sublime

faded, yet there with a fluttering sound

 

oh Sylvia Plath, you are indeed crowned

the queen, amid the humanity’s grime 

your voice still echoes around

faded, yet there with a fluttering sound 

The Maze of my Desires

The maze of my desires, 

All of a sudden fizzles with fires.

I don’t know why,

I smile in such a condition so wry.

Its not terrible for me,

Let the situation be,

Prevailing around,

To which I’m now bound.

The maze of my desires,

Is tangled like the many wires,

Sparking electric current at times,

And that is all I can write with my useless rhymes.