Blame The Wind

Blame the wind that tosses the leaves
bares the undersides of my passion
pale with desire,  longing for lips moist
the marigold dips under its own weight
longing hidden under furls of orange robe
blame the wind it doesn’t toss the skirt
to bare the undersides of my craving.

(Day 27: ‘Blame the _________’ poem for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge) 

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Sun Under Her Feet : A Haibun


Her nape is moist, her breath labored after her long walk to the river. She had run through her chores, and as fast as her legs could carry, she reached the bend where the water flowed sluggish with the heat of the day. She stood under the gooseberry tree, the fruits like golden rash clung to the rough stem. A ripe berry rolled into the languid flowing water that floated the fruit up.

where the river paused
at her feet she saw the sun
emerge from dark clouds

(Day 26: ‘On the run poem’ for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge.) 

Blow That Star Dust

It’s been raining stars all night, silver dust
like crust of bread falling from the table.
Shooting stars bring luck if there’s one at a time
but when there is such a profuse shower
with hundreds of them descending on my roof
I appear like a ghost with a silver halo.

Oh for a full moon night with a starless sky.

Catch each one of them: use glass bowls with water,
hear the celestial visitors hiss angrily, sigh as they choke.
Don’t let them scar, char your roof; blow the carbon dusts,
the soot that settles on your bougainvillea flowers
before they smother the magentaness that the seeds carry.
Persuade jasmines take the stars into their scented bosom,
caterpillars spin the luminescent jewel into their cocoon
to birth silver butterflies that light up a moonless night. But now,
 

for a full moon night with a starless sky.

That magical night I collected all stars but one,
the faintest one that I made my wish on,
sent prayers to the blur of energy dissipating in space.
Vacuum of emptiness sucked me to the quiet centre
where the wind dropped, earth stopped its throb,
heart beat slowed and the blood in the veins stilled

on that full moon light with a starless sky.

Day 23: Write a form poem for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge. The poetic form I have attempted is the Bop that was developed by poet Afaa Michael Weaver . Here are the basic rules

  • The Bop has 3 stanzas
  • Each stanza is followed by a refrain
  • First stanza is 6 lines long and presents a problem
  • Second stanza is 8 lines long and explores or expands the problem
  • Third stanza is 6 lines long and either presents a solution or documents the failed attempt to resolve the problem

Don’t Gather The Poppies

I stand by the river
whispers lap at the banks
the poppies gather drops of twilight
deep in their seeds hide the dark night
stars moon waiting to be born
Don’t touch the flowers, cut them
and stand them in your blue vase
you’ll steal the earth of its eyes
whispers will break into howls
in the darkest of nights
beside the river .

(Day 21: Denying permission poem for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge)