bound together with
the fiber of emotions
white deutzias
.
free flowering shrub
exuberant in spring sun
blooming deutzias
.
aura of heavens
surrounded by deutzias
hoisted hands, eyes closed
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 216 Deutzia flower
bound
Sylvia Plath- her voice still echoes around…
Here is my tribute to Sylvia Plath; a villanelle-
her voice still echoes around
the lone bird, lost in the mirrors of time
faded, yet there with a fluttering sound
hear, take it in, let it be found
moaning in pain, narrating the crime
her voice still echoes around
her body decaying in the burial ground
she is gone, leaving behind her life’s dime
faded, yet there with a fluttering sound
the years she spent but being bound
a prisoner to her own mind’s rime
her voice still echoes around
leaving nothing behind her, no expound
just her work, her prayers, so sublime
faded, yet there with a fluttering sound
oh Sylvia Plath, you are indeed crowned
the queen, amid the humanity’s grime
your voice still echoes around
faded, yet there with a fluttering sound
The Maze of my Desires
The maze of my desires,
All of a sudden fizzles with fires.
I don’t know why,
I smile in such a condition so wry.
Its not terrible for me,
Let the situation be,
Prevailing around,
To which I’m now bound.
The maze of my desires,
Is tangled like the many wires,
Sparking electric current at times,
And that is all I can write with my useless rhymes.
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