Encouragement

Dance on moonbeams
Wish on Stars
Relish the Sun's Glow
Hold Life's Magic
In your Heart
And Never let it Go

{{{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}}}

Lovely, Stradee, and .....

Hugs back

Words went unspoken
Gestures kept quiet
Irrepressible emotions cry
Alone in the corner.....

Destiny closes its course
Leaving an inhabitant clueless
About the road to travel -
Only, the failure lingers, laughing......

A stick to hold
A twig to creep
A wood to float
Longings for survival....

Steaming breath
Empties the lung’s heat
When
Unhurriedly, a hand reaches out
To caress the hairs on the head.

A stick, A twig, A wood
The all-soothing encouragement
Stood by me -
MOTHER.

Sha, Your poem was quietly beautiful. Please explicate for us. The last word was quite a surprise. Keep it up, Sha.

I keep the subject matter clean and simple and all are personal experience.

I do not fancy for very lengthy statements where control of the line will be very difficult. Each line will be a small phrase, which will be having its own meaning when stand-alone. I keep the words simple to get the clarity.

I am an engineer and not a student of literature. Hence, I do not bother much about metre and other such grammar. Since I also write poems in my mother tongue, the style of my native language also helps.

One of the basic theory in my language is 'poems are for people - not to appease the grammarians'

Sha, of course poems are not meant to please grammarians. The most provocative poems are those that create a tapestry of emotions and imagery. I was simply interested in what the inspiration was for your poem.

Chords

Ties that bind us to each other,
Melodies simple,
Dissonant sounds of a minor nature,
Major markings on a manuscript.
The universal language...................

Trees whispering in the wind
whispering tales of broken branches
and chainsaws

Cry, tree, cry


(sorry, that's the best I can do)

Ah, Gus. I like that. For every tree that bleeds, there's a weeping willow.

Beech Trees:

Lacy ages create a canopy of green,
That looks down on generations of rites.
Still standing under heavy breech of snow,
They grow---they grow--they grow.

Are you tryin' to show me up, Letty?

Of course, Gus. As a statement of reality,(refuse to say a matter of fact) your tree observation inspired me.

Show me up,
Show me off,
Over-hauls
And pitch fork stuff,
And now I think I've said enuff.

Having read the thoughts about the trees, I also felt that I should contribute to the thoughts of you. Here, the tree, not only stands for its own, but also symbolizes the old age.

***


Deep in the earth
The roots died.
High in the sky
The branches shed its leaves
Never to grow again.

Some children put their swings
On the bough nearer to earth;
A few snakes and birds
Are residing with mutual respect -
In the hollow holes of my soul;
A good number of lovers
Engraved their names for perpetuity;
And a few had even hidden
Their shared kiss
On the other side of the trunk.

Standing tall
I watch the life around -
Despite the haunting death.

No one is aware that
I am dying in stillness.
No misgivings,
No vengeance.

Its time for them
To live their youth;
Its time for me
To cheer them to live fully -
Before some axe, chop me off
For the final journey.

Lovely, Sha.

The Palm Tree:

You bend with the wind,
You shed with the moulting
Of branches and berries,
You are the incarnation
Of survival and fond fronds.