(Photo by Aashish Vaidya)



Gleeful with vibrant chroma, look at the gall of the leaves
Bereft of the branches, on the ground, a shawl of the leaves.

Fluttering in the cold autumn breeze, hanging precariously
Are these conversations or the last brawl of the leaves?

Leaf senescence and the appreciation of imperfect beauty:
the wabi-sabi viewpoint enacted – the real windfall of the leaves.

With water from the ground, gases from the air, sun kissed, we
nourished you, O tree, now at your base, we, a haul of the leaves.

The doctrine of existence produces a ‘Mirage’ of permanence.
Neither dread nor wonder last forever at the fall of the leaves.

Grown Long

Day 28 NaPoWriMo 2020

(Photo by Aashish Vaidya)

Grown Long

“To make of  the tree a song grown long”
Brahmin invokes slokas and intones long

To which his forefathers took by force,
For which even now he atones long

Miles apart from each other for days
All they can do is stay on the phone long

The lecturer keeps writing on the whiteboard
Losing her students as she drones long

Having ploughed all their savings, they
Are cash-strapped house rich and loan long

It is a ‘Mirage’ to think all your jokes are funny
Don’t you hear heckles and many groans long?

Notes:  Day 28 of NaPoWriMo 2020.  Off-prompt today as it is little easier, and faster for me to use another poet’s line as a starting off point to pen a ghazal.

The first line is from poem “Ode to the Steam Box” is by Matthew Nienow.  The short piece of the poem around the line:

To give // the straight thing curve. // To make of  the tree a song // grown long in a linseed skin,the slick hot strake waiting // to become parcel // of  the round world again.

The poet describes a steam box as one that is “used for bending   frames and planks in traditional boatbuilding.”

Either way, the prompt for today was (something I can try out later):

Today’s (optional) prompt is brought to us by the Emily Dickinson Museum. First, read this brief reminiscence of Emily Dickinson, written by her niece. And now, here is the prompt that the museum suggests:

Martha Dickinson Bianchi’s description of her aunt’s cozy room, scented with hyacinths and a crackling stove, warmly recalls the setting decades later. Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.