Abecedarian poem TSL Napowrimo prompt by Kashiana Singh April 17th and an old ekphrastic poem plus another small new poem

 Abecedarian poem TSL's Napowrimo Prompt by

Kashiana Singh

April 17

After bathing comes daydreaming

Ever fascinating:

"Green hexagons in Jeremiads.

Krypton lost.

Meursault necks.

On. Pluto

Quails. Racccoons?!"

Stop. Time unspools.

Verity/verily wan, xenic.

You, zen.

Fauna hid in the tall green grasses

April 17 2013

with fauns

and yellow- leaved satyrs

but one day she met her nemesis

in a dark man who fair women in a pool

desired

and fauna fell in love

fell ill

one day fauna died

fauna is dead, like god, they said

and pan, the great goat, with his flute is too

only the dark man and his maids in the pool

survived to tell the truth you view - (you view was originally to the blue)

Version 2

Fauna hid in the tall green grasses

with fauns

and yellow-leaved satyrs.

But one day she met her nemesis

in a dark man whom fair women in a pool

desired

and Fauna fell in love,

fell ill.

Fauna died.

Fauna is dead, like God, they said

and Pan, the great goat, with his flute is too.

Only the dark man and his maids in the pool

survive to tell the truth you view -

Painting by James Price Waterhouse (I think)

Close your book

April 17 2017

Close your book

Focus on life

Not on the ones who did/do not care

On the failures

Or the strife

But on the ones who did

The victories

And the

"Abundant Life".

Three small but lovely poems, the second one published in Glomag recently.

 The mother is brown

The seed is blown

The tree is born

Earth, wind, fire

The water, drawn

The husbandry, fed

The grass, by feet worn

Earth, fire, wind

The ether sings

Of gales, rings & ripples

Of radio waves

Fire, wind, earth

Five elements

En-circle my life

Will en-fold my death

Wind, earth, fire

Glory Sasikala

GloMag

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There's no place for hope on this Earth? Sad...

Ampat Koshy

 January 2021

HOPE

Hope is the white dove

that no longer exists

with the green olive leaves in its beak

that has to be dreamed into being from above

into a new country

that too must be dreamed into being

where she can find a resting place for her feet

and her mate can join.

Adapting

What is life

without love

sex

romance

and praising God for making a tree

as only He can

or without standing and staring

when feminine beauty passes by

and not writing poetry?

Published in Stefan Bohdan's international anthology Paradise on Earth

 Thanks

Stefan Bohdan

for including me in the International Anthology Paradise on Earth. The first poem was written for a TSL prompt last year. These have just been published in Paradise on Earth: An International Anthology. There is a story behind it, I had published the first one on my blog and then sent these three of which the other two were written later to an Indian erotic anthology which had rejected it as I don't fit Indian ideas of what good poetry writing should be like due to Indian editors' ingrained and often even unknown to themselves biases but the same day I saw Stefan's call and did not know him at all but thought I would send and in an hour it was made known to me by him that he had accepted it. When man closes one door God opens another. Grateful to Stefan always and to be in such a fine anthology, one of the best I have seen in a long, long time after Brian Wrixon's , Daniela Voicu's, Ra Sh's, and one or two others in which Santosh Bakaya appeared and Scott Thomas Outlar and Aparna Lanjewar Bose and our own (TSL's )

The Significant Anthology

and Umbilical Chords and Muffled Moans and Roseate Sonnet anthologies.

I will buy and share the links when he releases them. Meanwhile, enjoy my poems that I promise are worth reading! to all

https://www.facebook.com/ampat.koshy/posts/10165019167280006 please read the poems here.

I might change one line the penultimate line, in the Sakhi poem now to 'nothing and no one does'.

My poem for today's TSL Prompt by Pratyush Mishra which was a brilliant one.

 16 April TSL Napowrimo...Prompt:- the three exercises poem.

It's more of an exercise in three steps to unblock and flow on paper.

Step 1:-

Jot down one line on paper as clearly as you can about the current state of your mind.

Jot down three appropriate emotions that you are feeling with respect to your state of mind.

Jot down the first three things you see around yourself in your immediate surrounding.

Step 2:-

Imagine that the three objects around you are personifications/manifestations of those three emotions that you have jotted down.

Step 3:

Using material /lines /concepts generated in the first two steps write a poem not exceeding 20-25 lines.

-given by

Pratyush Mishra

The current state of my mind is lethargic

Three emotions: ennui, lassitude, apathy

Three objects: Nutella glass got free by buying it as the nutella came in it, Casio alarm clock, mobile phone Samsung A 30

The Glass is empty

It's too much effort

to get up and clean it

heat water in my kettle

pour it in

put in the three-in-one coffee powder

the cover of which I have to slit with a scissor

and then to drink it

watching it go again

from full to empty.

The Alarm Clock has green

phosphorescent hands

imitating the slush

and sluggishness in my mind

while the black borders of the numbers and the silver second needle

only accentuate

my endless procrastination

against a background of white and a back of black and silver

The Mobile Phone has a black face

like tar and black coffee

I remember Gray and Keats

wrapped in melancholy

and wonder if my fate

will be the same -

words writ on sand

washed away by the water

and an elegy in a graveyard

while the birds in sympathy twitter

then fall silent

while somewhere a Glass lies unused

and an Alarm Clock

no longer rings,

like a Mobile Phone's blackened, blacked-out face

merely confused.