Sunday, 30 April 2017

Repetition

               


                          Storyteller 


In the dark forest where mighty trees grow

Lives a storyteller of whom I know

Ready to sing a poem or share a tale

Of huge monsters and men high and low


We join in the telling of a fable

Age old stories told around the table

Far into the night he would never tire

His sacred duty , with a mug of ale


The students huddle near the crackling fire

In awe of magic to which they aspire

Links of a chain to come forward in time

Each in preparation to head the line



             ©   Lalarukh Lasharie



Saturday, 29 April 2017

Word association




                Poem chosen : Still I Rise

                By : Maya Angelou , Word : Tide


                            TIDE 


Sun and moon attract , the sea ebbs and slows

It is a dance of attraction , neap tide

They join and crash together , surge and flows

It is a pattern of current , spring tide


Calm prevails and stability , true tide

Walks down the beach , together holding hands

Fingers entwined , wearing wedding bands



                          © Lalarukh Lasharie



                        

Friday, 28 April 2017

Skeltonic verse





                                            Image result for yin yang



                                                Yin and Yang   



A drop of water

Slipped from my finger

Into the placid pond

Awaken memories fond

Scattered in a ripple

A broken couple

Layers concentric

Personalities egoistic

Multiple petals

Hiding the core battles

Intense light

Core blight


                   © Lalarukh Lasharie

                                

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Sense of Taste




                                    Taste


The taste of tears mingled with rain water

It is not salty but slightly brackish

Maybe the pain had been diluted

Over time sorrow loses its toxicity

I have tasted tears , tastes like sea water

Broke my heart but that's another matter


                            By : Lalarukh Lasharie    

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Year 3050 AD




Department of Antiquities

Artifact no. 421

Found at diggings at former SF Bay Area

Material : thin wood pulp (paper used for writing )

Base color : white no . 3945

Script : Ancient : dating analysis states 1886

The only known piece of paper since

The great destruction of WW 111

Analysis of meaning and syntax continues

It does not compute with the modern brain

Since emotional response is treason

It has been genetically removed

It was the cause of too much disruption

The script analysis states :

                I'm nobody ! Who are you ?

                Are you nobody too ? *

It will have the pride of place at :

The Museum of Antiquities


                   * Emily Dickinson

                                           By : Lalarukh Lasharie









Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Poetics of Space

   


                                         My Space  


It is three feet wide and five feet in length

My haven to meditate and my space

During time of trauma family birth

At times of dear ones in need of solace

When death happens , for some quiet acceptance

At times of celebration , happiness

When I want to remember for instance

Times which floated away and were flawless

Happy times to recollect and recount

Times to be stress free , become whole again

All drawn to such spaces to give account

Where peace can prevail and worries can drain

Its just three feet wide and five feet in length

Go there in times of renewal and death

         
                         * Form : Shakespearean Sonnet

                                                   By : Lalarukh Lasharie

Sunday, 23 April 2017

Elevenie

       


             
Poet
Writes poems
From her imagination
Builds pictures open eyes
Poetry

Poetry
Beautiful thoughts
Formed by imagination
Converted to tangible form
Thought


           Lalarukh Lasharie