#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2024, Day 30
Wild stars in my grasp
Glitter fading to gravel
Escape from my palms
For constellations denied
To rewrite my destiny
© Aneesha Shewani
https://www.bluepenstrokes.comFate
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Vacation dreams
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2024, Day 29
Drenched in summer
Dense rhododendron beckon
Peach jam, plum preserve
A rickety bus hill-bound
Travelers seek sweet respite
© Aneesha Shewani
https://www.bluepenstrokes.comPromise
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 30
In the midnight blue expanse
The rotund Moon hangs –
A bauble precious,
The stars are not far behind –
All trinkets, glamorous;
They say its luminescence
Can bring about madness
But all I gather is succor
In its gentle iridescence;
There is a calmness
A promise in its presence
To conquer the Darkness
And it’s forever mounting hubris.
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Moses Wolcott Redding. Standard Ahiman Rezon and Blue Lodge Guide. New York : Redding & Co., 1889 — Source.
Lament of the Earth
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 29
Do demons ride
The tail of a comet
And angels descend
In meteor showers
Does the man on the Moon
Know all our shenanigans
And the proud Sun laugh
At our daily humdrum
Do constellations shift
To rewrite horoscopes
Or the planets conspire
To decide fortunes
We gaze upon the stars
In hope and despair
Wishing for wings
And fairytale havens
Where diamonds rain
And the grass is emerald
While our blue-green orb
Screams to be heard;
In worshiping the skies
Gods, new and old
We callously decried
Our Earth’s demise
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Ignatius Donnelly. Ragnarok: The Age of Fire and Gravel. New York, D. Appleton and Company, 1883 — Source.
Cherry Trees
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 28
I gazed at the lavish sprays
Swaying in the distance
Our car raised dust trails
Leaving them behind us
I wanted to see them close,
The tender sakura
In a baby pink posy
Yet we drove past
For we didn’t have time
To halt and admire
Radiant blooms of spring
Already in the autumn
Of our weary existence
We were afraid
That a few moments wait
Would keep us delayed
So, we zipped past them;
I held on to that memory
Of blossoms of cherry –
Delicate crystal baubles
On boughs laden heavily,
To turn them into poetry.
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Edmund Gosse. In Russet and Silver. Chicago: Stone & Kimball, 1894 — Source.
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