redemption

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made of bare bones
and sticks,

clay-modeled diagrams,
chips of a china doll —

the earth-buoyed body cricks,
cracks, like the door,
seldom opened.

i wait to be explored,
i seek redemption,
in

the thickets,
calls of
a cuckoo,

the arms of
my
chthonic god.

~

 

Intermingling psychology and symbolism with my current state of mind, a little something for dVerse Quadrille #63

Image source: Vincent Van Skelly (a parody of Van Gogh’s Self Portrait with Bandaged Ear) by Marie Marfia

And here’s something moody for you:

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Last Year

last year gone —
a new night shadows
the usual talk
~
barking dogs
trail my shadow
like last year
~
last year memories —
ablaze in the orange flame
of the street light

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Linking it up with Carpe Diem # 639 and Heeding Haiku With HA: New Year(click to participate now)

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It is 2015. I wish you and your loved ones a joyous and prosperous new year.
There are certain blogging resolutions, I would like to make, for this year:

1. Write at least a 100 posts this year.
2. Poetry must be the focal point but I would also like to consider writing reviews(books and music albums) and simple thoughts coursing through my mind.
3. Renew friendship with the bloggers. In 2014, I lost touch with many bloggers. I would like to renew contact with them, while at the same time, making some new friends in the blogosphere.
4. Participate exclusively in the prompts of poetry and blogging communities.
5. Reach a wider audience through my writing, with the help of other social networking sites like Twitter.

She

She sneaks behind me,

walking my shadow along incensed path.

She kindles the fiery spirit encompassed in me.

People ask, “Do you see her much?”

I do.

She is before I am.

I am her. My nature she is…

She is me.

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*For Yeah Write Weekly Writing Challenge.

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Being a Shadow

the luster of the day light dances in front of me,

and I try to catch it, only to find myself burning,

my skin turning into ashes, a tingling sensation

that comforts me, like rubbing my hands on silk,

only more real, more closer to touch, picturing

the black lines of my desire, of getting absorbed

into the world of no one, splayed onto the wall,

sensing the pain of being in close vicinity of light,

yet not being able to keep a part of it with me,

for I occur with it, without it, straying from it,

for I am a shadow, sometimes dotted with

the precious beams piercing me, but often

found alone, listening to your awes as

you look for your shape, your own self in me

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Argument: A Very Short Story

“I am quite frustrated. I am not able to do so. It is difficult for me, you know?”

“You are providing such a weak reason. You must finish what you started.”

“But I am bored.”

“So you are bored. Wow! So should the earth stop rotating if it gets bored? Should the air stop blowing if it gets bored?”

“You are being impractical.”

“You are being impractical as well. You must finish your job.”

“I don’t want to do it. Isn’t that what you wanted to hear? Here it is. Now let me sleep.”

“Why should I care? Anyhow, this argument is a waste of time. I must go to sleep as well.”

He slept in the lonely room, the moon light peering through the window casting his sleeping shadow against himself.

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*For Trifecta.

to purple realm

her aura I see-

essence of her life,

fruit of her soul,

flying away

to the purple realm

of truths

of electric realities,

I bend before her body

left behind,

I shed purple tears

seeing her greater self

depart

to that realm of

unknown dimensions

where she would dwell

forever after,

one day merging

with that

electric purple current

of my pain,

resting,

waiting for the ending end.

* Written for Electric Purple Prompt.