Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Rhyme-memories

Rhyme-memories

As Jack and Jill
went up the hill
stark-still she stood
in earnest longing
to discover secrets
of a lost childhood

trudging along
the forest path
hand in hand with
Red Riding Hood
she longs to feast
on granny’s love

time summons,
as the clock strikes one
she climbs the mouse-path
up grandfather’s clock
in recall of faded memories
when the pendulum chimes
and sings aloud
hickery-dickery dock

but as the clock strikes at the day’s end
her fairy-tale thoughts
on fantasy-wings
fall off the edge
of childhood dreams
and plumb the depths
of dark thoughts of yet another
disfigured dawn

in the filtered light
of a melancholic morning
she resumes
the meaningless ritual of survival
beside the straw-basket
of white flowers
weaving funeral wreaths.

*Long Islands American Anthology



Yet another poem

Yet another poem
deep winging dreams
nest in cosy corners of the mind
waves of emotions flow into
the dead conchshell of thoughts
dormant dreams wake up
gather memories
across the isles of time
words nestle between thoughts
invite rhyme
lines sketch a rhythm
rhyme, rhythm, words, lines
curated in time
converge
together they infuse life
into mute emotions
the silent verse expands
like incense fragrance
and culminates into yet another poem.