24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The wind blows my hair away
But it’s neither cool nor soothing
It burns like those flames
Which engulf my whole being.
A shaky breath, hands full of dirt
No amount of water could clean
Not even the mightiest earthquakes
Could shake a resolve so deep.
I look up through the sweat and tears
With a final smile and start running
Reaching out my hand to get hold
Of the passion I could always feel.
Telling myself to give my all
Here at the starting line of my dreams.
The turning of a leaf speaks in deep rhythms to ring,
as the wind gently whispers through thick boughs of green fingers
anxiously awaiting the oncoming rain.
Even the soil seems loosened from under my feet, respiring,
giving way to make room for moisture to create new,
longing for the return of water.
The sounds of the sky draw near,
suffocated with heavy clouds,
purples drowning in grey.
As the heavens growl in preparation to weep,
the smoke’s pattern dances upon an alien wind.
Firelight sways bright, from within the circle of rocks near my feet,
flecks of heated kisses singe the hairs on my body.
The combustion of dry earth returns its resonance to the winds,
purified through fire and violently ascending into the celestial expanse,
to be welcomed in saturation,
to the gaseous culminations of the churning firmament,
and swell within the thunderous reservoirs of empyrean waters.
I, the Earth, the stars, my breath, all captured in awe, awaiting the falling of the rain.
The rush it comes in waves, midnight, midmorning
Succours and saves, for a time, a moment
I’m left behind, left behind,
Left to right, right to left,
Time is bent, time is blind
back to the beginning again.
(A 4-stanza 5-7-5)
crack open mountains
hot red rock or cool water
drink until it’s dry
tear through the heavens
lightning quick and thunder loud
grumble as they cry
pour into the sea
sick black slicks and plastic dreams
salt turned acid stings
burn bright, breathe blackly
dragon’s breath for dragon’s hoard
reap what summer brings
In response to the 1st hourly prompt: “Write a a poem in which the four elements (Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water) play an important part. Contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.”
lining shed as though emergence from cicada skin, shell discarded
along with it – breadth and depth
knowledge of captivity and familiarity with one’s surroundings
but solitary confinement was only lucked upon (if one could call it luck), only slipped into
casually tried on (an untailored garment)
once the former life of the body had been discarded like something now ill-fitting, already well-worn
Her smile
Takes me on a stride
Up the hill
Where the sun shines bright
And the wind blows, soft, caressing her cheeks.
She loves to dance
In the first rain
And the many after that
For, she can’t get enough
Of the smell of the earth, when its damp.
In response to the 1st hourly prompt: “Write a a poem in which the four elements (Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water) play an important part. Contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.”
My questioned existence
Purely confused inner mirth
Never been able to
Comprehend my origin
Rather pushed to believe
The point in being
Than being made…
The day I was born
They said
The supreme wisdom
Operating in the skies
Made me…
Out of the humble earth,
The wind,sometimes fierce,
sometimes calm
The purifying fire,
The cleansing water.
When still a child ,
I believed ,all men are same
As what makes you and me
Are just the same.
But as days passed
I saw some commented
more rights than others.
Some took more respect
than the rest.
……………..
How can the noble home for all
Bear dimensions
For gender,race and creed
How the rich,the nobler ,
Hold the wind in chains…
How fire could soothe
The rich better…
How the water could just
Chill the supreme….
I could not be moved
Only consumed
as the wind pushed the air
trapped in my lungs
I could not be moved
The foundation beneath
my boot, dug into the earth
Unsafe
Consumed
Unaware
I stand in the fire
take me to the water
Woot first poem done!! Can’t wait to get the others written.
Compass Elements
I stand in a circle
Looking north to mountains
Earth rising above me
Strength and will holding it high
I turn to the east
Watching trees bend
Wind showing it’s gentle strength
Bending rather than breaking
I step to look south
Watching a bonfire roar
Controlled chaos trying to lick free
Wishing to ravage all in it’s path
I finally face west
Water lapping the shore
Ready to become destroying waves
Disaster coming from the depths