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unborn

It’s not that I don’t hear you my
baby girl
I do
I even see your hurt eyes
looking longingly through
the big bay windows…
so much so that I’ve started
sensing you even before you appear
especially when I suddenly wake up
in the dead of night …I hear soft
footfalls from backyard..

nowadays my womb too is beset by sharp pangs…
and am forced to recall emerging from delirium
during procedures after the two miscarriages
inwardly weeping as doctor scraped your tender
half formed limbs, organs, heart…truthfully
I am not aware what was removed …..
I know that you solely occupy a special place
in my heart’s cave … your daddy had covered my cold
body with the softest of blankets while placing
a fresh bouquet near my bed as his eyes too
were teared up like mine…that was the only time
I saw him at his unguarded tenderest….

you’d knocked my maternal heart twice ..but .destiny
had other plans ….
now I’ll make an irrevocable pact with you …
… after my crossover from this life
let’s make a sacred covenant
…a tryst ….
for our togetherness
just come …
…light up my life
….I miss you so….I am usually very upbeat as you know …
laughing all the time
….
you see I’ve reserved all my grief and tears just for you
my unborn born baby girl…
I miss you so…
..

melting

Melting clock in Dali Museum Garden ….took me back to the 70’s when I haunted Dali museum in Cleveland Ohio..
utterly enchanted by his puckish mind …

~
life tests
all the time
its moments
that melt
that tend
to unravel
thick hide
big time
~
….

Time
Never locked
Itself behind doors
Letting people
Enter at will
Aware
At day’s end
It’d ultimately
Win..

Living largely

biting life
in chewable
chunks I
so relish
firsthand living

secondhand ..hand-me-
downs stay anathema
as they simply weight
down my irrepressible
frothy spirit

miracles happen
when they will…I
spiritedly gift-wrap
miracles for
gifting self
..

bemused.. mildly shocked
others look askance
emotional gamuts
piano(ing) on their
collective faces
..

why only grab bull
by the horns deterred
by dilemmas.. why not just
ride the bull in exhilaration
whistling in life’s arenas..

saving for rainy days
is always admirable…but
my each breath is a loaner
from a frustrated and often
thwarted grim reaper

living largely
on own terms
is my thing ‘cos
living vicariously
is just not for me
..
image : internet

tyrant heart

This
tyrant
heart
of mine
grips
mind
treating it
so cavalierly
as if it were
a plaything
emotionally
blackmailing
by skipping
own beats
starting
stopping
at will….
scaring
it
silly
forgetting
it now
resides
in an older
aging body
not in
a burgeoning
recalcitrant
child
* * *

labyrinth

why
are human
emotions such a labyrinth
why can’t they be straight
up down concrete avenues
softened by nuzzling trees
preening
seasonally strewing
flowers….
in between
color-bursts
of enflamed
falls
fiery
chameleonic
leaves…leaving
in droves

many
splendored love
is
too much
of a
precious jewel
to be
strewn
carelessly
..
Just because everything is different doesn’t mean anything has changed ~ Irene Peter

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