In performed rendition

By the child prodigy

A solo concert on pianoforte

Amidst deafening silence

Of lone parent, panel of music

Discerning aficionados

~~

stillborn moments

wonder of caught breath
in pregnant throes
whither or wither!
~binaspeak

Kolam

endless delicate lines

organically etched

to come share

showered munificence

on home blessed

Organic invite

to god’s creatures

for a bite

Shared celebration

Blessings and joy

Universal spirit to buoy

~ ~

* Kolam (Tamil: ????? kõla?) is a form of painting that is drawn using rice powder.  A Kolam is a geometrical line drawing composed of curved loops, drawn around a grid pattern of dots in an endless pattern. In South India, it is widely practised by female Hindu family members in front of their homes.purpose: Decoration was not the sole purpose of a Kolam. In olden days, kolams used to be drawn in coarse rice flour, so that the ants don’t have to work that much for to long for a meal. The rice powder is said to invite birds and other small critters to eat it, thus inviting other beings into one’s home and everyday life: a daily tribute to harmonious co-existence. It is a sign of invitation to welcome all into the home, not the least of whom is Goddess Lakshmi, the Goddess of prosperity

with nature

Will  cloud eyes, rob

bounce from steps

Frothy dreams wearing night’s cloak

Will elude their talons

On wings of mythical unicorns head

For the stars, nightly visit 

Wash spirit in daybreak’s glistening robe

Long to tickle out of reach clouds

Soar unmoored, shore to shore

Open shut doors

Pandora’s box of past hurts

Will hound, bay at twilight, with guile

Stuff ears with louder mirth wads

 Drown out their cries

This cat and mouse is a game

That has neither winner, nor a loser

Only measured moves of chess that

Daily come to rest, in the box, same

**

The human soul is like a cloud. It is forever in movement and changing. – Carmen Gaite

About Jill’s granny

A wicked ole lady

Angel face wily mind

Married grandpa on the fly

When high on whisky n rye

Straight out of high school

Led him by nose, the fool

Caring only for herself

Then for own grand kids

Rest were mud, insignificant

Considered world her supplicant

When Jill decided to call it quits

She gave pointers on how to do it

Take him to cleaners, hang him dry

He strayed, let him regret, dearly pay

Not above slapping around grandpa

Was she, the nurses got evidence of it

Horrified they confronted her with it

She admitted saying geezer deserved it

Often she held back grandpa’s pills

Let him stew n suffer in bed when ill

Said better to let him stay unconscious

Than have him testy and contentious

She advised Jill to shop only at Saks

Go for best before pulling marital plug

Her dramatic sweet Southern drawl

Made in-laws n grandpa’s skin crawl

She was arsenic and old lace

A deadly viper with sweet face

Shocked at this tell of Jill’s granny

Am sharing before mind stares blankly

to tingling finger tips

Captive thoughts penned

Labored on keys to mind’s prods

Dressed in words-  immaculate docs.

Pièce de résistance thus conceived

Rosaries of thoughts

Ephemeral, startling

Transformed into poem leis

*

Wishes

Wants

Willowy wavy

Wonderful whimsical woebegone

Waxing waning wailing waving willing

Wishing wondering wanting wearing whiling wandering winging wringing

Wattswafers wafts weal wale wall weights wad wagon whales webs weaves welts

Winsome wholesome wondrous wise worthy witty warm wacky wry wiry wild weird wee woolly wobbly wistful wishful wicked winning wiggly welling wispy wobbly

Wager wag win wae waffle wafer wattle wigwam well wool whinny wair weft woof wallop wap wound wand wale whale weal wedge whirlpool

Wide white wintry waspish wealthy windy wasteful womanish warty wretched workable woozy wanton

Wrap warp weary wary warty webby wraithlike wieldy

Whimsy wisps waves woofs wings

Wishy-washy wishbone will-o-wisp

Weaseling weaned

Wishes

Wants

*ps: Fibonacci sonnet seems easy enough for all you have to do is write a short story of two paragraphs, with sentences containing words as follows. 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21. Second paragraph starts in the reverse order. First 21 words, then, 13, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1, 1.

*

Habit

*

Habit

Inhabits

As habits

Good and bad

Turning me into a habitual

Lounge lizard inhabiting my active self now eclipsed

By these indolent crazy habits of mine habitually inhabiting me in complete takeover

Making me a habitual couch potato lumpy dumpy humpty dumpty primed for rude awakening post bad habits instigated horrific painful downfall

Constantly in pain due to bad habits that have made me so overweight that am unable to wear my designer habits

I’ve finally decided to molt discarding these bad habits and grow new skin

Regaining my former becoming self shorn of chaff

Kernel healthy lean mean active

Vibrant alive cheerful

Sharing joy

joyously

lovingly

Air

Friendly

Limitless

Blue

Canopy

Invited

Mind

To

Breathe

Freely

Even

As

Each

Inhalation

Every

Exhalation

Belabored

Under

The

Imperfect

Lunging

Lungs’

Tyranny

Arias’

Helium

Lift

Innards

Awakening

Soul

Camera

Camera

Light

action

shoot

Capture

Mind’s shot

In real time

Light

Shadow

Throw hissy fits

Larger than life

  Life focused

Zoomed in

Elusive

Subjects

Still play exclusive

Filtering life

Perceptions

captured

Break, espied unusual

Sights in suburbia

Parked at hungry

Municipal meters

Were these cars

One declared, “Eat

Your heart out Emily

I am now a daddy”

Smack behind gloater was this

Declaration on First Responder Van

“We save lives, what do you do?”

I thought what have I saved? Diffidently

Admitted maybe a suicidal lady, countless

Big small crawling flying creatures sundry

Acknowledged failure about weight control

Chiding self thus shuffled past a compact

Black car carrying a black coffin on top

The sequence of sightings was interesting

A birth, a life saver and homemade hearse

Life punctuated from exclamations to full stop

Realizing this to be sum total of our lives, does this

Make me a presumptuous Buddha of suburbia? No

I said to self, have long way to go before I get there

Outwardly I may express extreme joy or grief

Inwardly my emotional waters flow calmly, now

I play destiny’s dealt hand with equanimity