Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Poem: 30-4-2014


FAREWELL



We met for the month of spring
Shared good cheer
Supported each other
Wrote our best poems, every day
It is the last day of April
This is the last poem
So the sojourn ends
If this is the time to part
So be it!
Till we meet next spring
For hello!


 ©2014 April        

Lalarukh Lasharie

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Poem: 29-4-2014

A poem which I had written earlier and changed for today....


School Days

Fridays were a bore
Washing hair, meatballs and treacle
Afternoon tea, watery and insipid
Tuck was glorious, to share and eat
Morning walks to study Geography
Terrace, water-shed and gradient
The nativity performed
Female Joseph, singing hymns
Hillside covered with blue gentians
Rolling down with friends



 ©2014 April        

Lalarukh Lasharie

Monday, 28 April 2014

Poem: 28-4-2014



WAYS



All too many regrets at having held back
I could have done it this way
Or tried that way
Your way, not my way
When can I call back used up dreams
How can I stop time in its tracks?

Our walks in the autumnal landscape
Your need to go further, mine to stop
We could have met mid-way
And not parted ways
When can I call back used up dreams
How can I stop time in its tracks?



 ©2014 April        

Lalarukh Lasharie

Sunday, 27 April 2014

Poem: 27-4-2014


An Ekphrastic  poem:




ONCE UPON A TIME....


They were the king and queen
Of all they ever surveyed
Always loving, never mean
Happy as they were portrayed
Health, wealth and happiness
Power, status and uprightness

Once upon a time, long long ago
There lived a family, far far away

When the war came it destroyed
One couple and the sibling
They were the troops deployed
No food, no water and an ailing
Mother, loss of love and senses
Surrounded by very tall fences

Once upon a time, long long ago
There lived a family, far far away

Next the childless couple
Their days lost in search of love
Money grows and is double
All alone, and trying to shove
Forward in this rat race
His heart fell from grace

Once upon a time, long long ago
There lived a family, far far away 

The last couple was lost to disease
After the children had grown
They were married, an increase
In distance made them drown
In loneliness and sorrow 
And no way to heal tomorrow

Once upon a time, long long ago
There lived a family, far far away

Now the children and grandchildren
Look lovingly at the movies and pictures
Of their fairytale lives and their gardens
Tales and exploits are just conjectures
Sometimes I wonder, how the future
Will treat us, will our legacy endure?

Once upon a time, long long ago
There lived a family, far far away


 ©2014 April        

Lalarukh Lasharie

Saturday, 26 April 2014

Poem: 26-4-2014


A curtal sonnet ( invented by G. Manley Hopkins ), form is a sestet, a quatrain and a half-line 6+4+1/2, rhyme scheme is abcabc  dbcdc 


WOODLAND WALK


Right behind the house is a stream
Across which starts the woodland
Under the tall trees is an ethereal glow
Afar a dead stillness, a soft daydream
Ahead a doe watches, than sprints inland
Behind me the stream’s lazy, slow flow

I close my eyes, open my third and walk
Birds sing, bees hum, happily painted land
The stream is a torrent, and the winds blow
The trees sway, whisper and poem-talk
                         Open the third eye below!


 ©2014 April        

Lalarukh Lasharie

Friday, 25 April 2014

Poem: 25-4-2014

Anaphora!

Antonio


He was ginger with melting amber eyes
         Soft as down, smooth as honey
He was a beautiful, red Persian
         The best meow in the world
He had pedicure, manicure daily
          Coiffed and scented too
He would cuddle and snuggle off to sleep
           With a sigh, and purffle
He was my only, Antonio Banderas
            My tiny Puss in Boots



 ©2014 April        

Lalarukh Lasharie

Thursday, 24 April 2014

Poem: 24-4-2014

Poem involving masonry!

Roof Over Our Heads!



What is the importance about a roof
Over our heads? A roof of hard concrete
Solid, pre-cast, stable, immovable
But my roofs are trees, ever expansive
All encompassing, gathering to the womb
Of mother earth. Its wide branches swaying,
Dancing in the breeze, moving to the beat
Of invisible wind-drums, not air-tight
Sealed coffins for our material times
To keep wealth in, health and happiness out
Build roof over roof, trying to touch the sky,
This is unattainable through money
Milestones moves further as they move nearer.
Lying under my roof, the sun filters
Shines with falling rain, each drop divided
By leaves, fall as sprays, refreshes my face.
Why do we want to be hedged in and
Confined by unnatural fixed roof?
We have grown to like artificiality
It stops our souls from rejuvenation
It stops it from reaching for the skies
From touching the stars, the open heavens.
To the concrete coffin, a millstone
Let me prefer the roof of the heavens
As a roof over our heads!



 ©2014 April

Lalarukh Lasharie