Introduction to Me

Hello, my name is Harmeet and I’m an on and off writer. I want to zone in on my abilities and I think this half marathon is a great start. I started writing stories and poetry since I was about ten years old. During middle school my English teacher had us write a variety of poems and we read them aloud to other students. This really sparked my interest in writing and expressing myself in a positive way. I was also very much like a caterpillar stuck in her cocoon during my early stages of life, so speaking in front of the class was pretty terrifying for me. As I moved through high school both writing and playing the saxophone in the school’s concert band helped me crack parts of that hardened cocoon of mine. Senior year was the most helpful in my writing journey. I had an English teacher who taught us about a variety of authors with the theme of life’s struggles, which was very relevant to the potential struggles we would have in our very near future. It again reignited my love of writing. Finally I hit college, and I took my English courses very seriously. Last year I found a scholarship for writing poetry and I gave it a shot. I posted the video of me speaking my poem “Optimism of the Future” and I really didn’t think much of it, but once my friends and few professors saw it they encouraged me to increase my skills. I will leave the link here if you are interested in watching it. https://youtu.be/g9ELrOeZASs

A Strange Kind of Loneliness

A strange kind of loneliness

I feel around each day,

For no one sees my tears

They don’t feel my pain.

The moon and stars look down

If only they could talk,

They seem to understand

I feel that as I walk.

A strange kind of loneliness

when everyone’s around,

Somehow feeling that

when words don’t make a sound.

A strange kind of loneliness

wish you can relate,

Please don’t let me down

For it can’t be too late.

 

 

#9

Reflections of tomorrow

today

Yesterday’s dreams

a reality

#8 Bugs

Ladybugs and grasshoppers

crickets and spiders

garden friends

Roses and tulips

daisies and violets

garden blossoms

Communication #7

Handwriting

computers

penmanship

cursive

printing

typewriters

Dragon

notes

letters

paragraphs

novels

books

e-readers

kindles

 

Returning love

And the sky seemed to clear for you and I.

 

Days before with dark clouds above,

I searched for the one I love.

Though crystal mountains and glass halls,

could never reveal her at all.

 

The people that I spoke with were transparent as well

Each attempting to hide their empty shell.

And though the truth was glaringly obvious.

They all seemed oblivious.

 

And the rain fell,

fresh and cooling

And the rain fell,

soft and soothing.

 

Inside they flew,

those empty few.

Filling emptiness with nothing,

escaping but still suffering.

 

As soon as the last had hidden,

the sky cleared unbidden.

And in the wake of this new day,

my love returned without delay.

Letter To My Father

I smile as I think of you Dearest Father.  Without your love and constant guiedance I would be lost. I thank  you for your tenderness and passion for life and giving me a good start. For also, not giving up on me as I stumbled through my journey. I’m going to see you soon and looking forward to fishing together with you. Time is passing quickly and we will make some more good memories.  Tomorrow is never promised.  I keep this thought as part of my daily existence.  Thank you for teaching me kindness and how to be gentle with others. Thank you for your  constant love. As Father’s Day draws near and always I thank God for making you my Dad!   With All My Love!

Country boy and City Girl

Country boy is nice, city girl is unsure

unsure of herself, but country boy is her cure.

His friendship keeps  her glued; though he’s in despair

but city girl is there, for she always will care.

 

Country boy is there, when city girl has cried

scared of life she is, not sure she should try,

Country boy assures that she’s not alone

He offers comfort, and then he sends a song.

 

Country boy city girl how they understand

somehow they reach out and help each other stand,

Sharing in a blog; talking when there’s need

How much they have cared; their solace when they bleed.

 

 

Yo Yo

(Note to reader…..this is a concrete poem. I was unable to render it as written, here on my page, but have provided the text to complete my 24 hour chapbook. Thanks!)

 

A doer of redundance

is rolls, and curls,

string, and orb.

Letter To My Mother

I will be coming to see you soon Mom.  I hope you will be well.  So many uncertainties hang over our heads,  no-one can really tell. Lots of memories of old and present and new,   fly through my head about you! There is a time for all things they say.  I’m not looking forward to our future in later days.    Then for now I will concentrate, on loving you as you have me all my days. Dementia is cruel, but part of life and through and through,  you will always be you. So many feelings wrestle in my head to get out and God is in control up above. Just wanted to tell you how I feel about you with all my love.  Although I am writing this letter to you Dear Mother, as I rant and vent; Alas in the end it will not be sent.  I love you very much. See you soon!