Mar 27, 2016 Uncategorized
Wormhole – Time Feel
©March27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The beat took hold of me,
But turned upside down
And inside out,
And I found myself pulled into
A rhythmic wormhole.
And when I emerged on the other side,
The music was over.
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Tags: #Original Poetry, #Rhythm, #TimeFeel, #Wormhole
Mar 27, 2016 Daily Life, Ramblings and Musings
Tapping your feet is inappropriate
He said.
My feet itched and twitched, but I held still.
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Tags: #Drumming, #Foot-tapping, #Self-control
Mar 27, 2016 Daily Life, Original Poetry
Asking questions is inappropriate,
He said.
And I wanted to ask, “Why?”
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Tags: #AskingQuestions, #CulturalMores
Mar 27, 2016 Senryu
Smoke and Tears (Three Senryu)
©March 27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Another blast, and
Another hole torn right through
The fabric of life.
Smoke and fumes and blood
And the rain of tears cannot
Quench the reign of fear.
Please stop, please stop, Oh
All of you who shed such hate,
Please spill mercy here.
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Tags: #Brussels attack, #Ivory Coast attack, #Lahore attack, #Original Poetry, #Turkey attack, #Yemen attack
Mar 27, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Edge
Pebble Games
©March 27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
She has an edge
They say,
He has an edge
They nudge each other
We need to smooth them down
They nod
Take all the sharpness out!
Round out the corners!
Make them smooth as a pebble,
Made small from rock!
Now, we can play with them
Pebble games!
Hold them in your palms.
Slap four down, toss one up.
Catch!
So smooth!
No cuts.
No cutting edge!
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Edge, #Original Poetry, #TheDailyPost
Mar 27, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Footsteps
Footstepping Stone
©March27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I step on sand, and my footsteps fade.
I step on water; waves drift away.
I step on air; winds catch my feet
I step on clouds; rain drenches me.
My footsteps lead to strange new spots
I step on rocks, leap over streams
I slip on grass, and keep close watch
For snakes, and sudden ice, unseen.
I follow others, drift from them,
Step on their boot-tracks, turn to go left
Then turn around, head back to the right,
Then walk on down the road not seen.
I wish that I wouldn’t have to roam,
I wish that I didn’t walk alone, with
No thoughts to think, no angst to own,
No dreams to seek on the way back home.
For it’s not easy, and yet things are!
(It’s just more work for my brain and me!)
And a road not seen can always be
A road that can take our footsteps far.
And footsteps light on a road of stone
Will ring like a gong and sing of flight
And freedom’s song will ease the night
Till all my flesh falls off my bones.
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*Written at 2:34 a.m. Please excuse me if it makes no sense. 🙂
Tags: #DailyPrompt, #Footsteps, #Original Poem, #TheDailyPost