Haiku

Music flooded head

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Music flooded head
13 November 2020
  
In the beginning
the rhythm set to basic
primordial human
  
Melodies renewed
Frontal lobe early signal
of evolution
  
Healing sounds soothed soul
Leading out of deep caverns
where darkness fought light
  
It mends in two keys
reconciling opposites
the rift now repaired
  
Prime numbers plotted
a pathway to fixing scores
for blindness to treat
  
First light restored sight
Reviving sounds tickled ear
Music flooded head
  
Reading of the poem: 

Imagine Dragons - Believer

Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “first” “heal” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/09/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-331-first-heal/

Wet grass tickled feet

Geetha B Earth, Flower, Haiku, Heart, Japanese poetry, Life, Poems, Poetry, Purple, Rain, Storm

Wet grass tickled feet

30 October 2020

 
  
 Children of morrows;
 their cries ringing everywhere
 soaking Earth purple
  
 Foggy landscapes met
 teary eye saturated
 with pains of fledglings
  
 Stormy weather formed
 flower of life in my chest 
 that drenched my heart red
  
 Pouring rain renewed
 hope in another Earth’s rise
 The bud of my thoughts
  
 Petals bloomed in mind
 blossoms of tomorrow’s world
 that dewy drops spelt
  
 Misty skies breathed soft
 whispers of promises kept
 Wet grass tickled feet

 

 

Reading of my poem:

Whirling Dervish – Mevlevi Sema Ceremony

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Wet”, “Bloom” and their synonyms. For rules and other poetic contributions, follow the link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/26/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-329-bloom-wet/

The dust had settled

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The dust had settled

20 October 2020

Courtesy desktop wallpapers

Landscapes gyrating

Moon a backdrop of ashes

the Earth spun onwards

The soot filled the sky

fragments disintegrating

the ground split in flakes

Dirt strewn everywhere

the flowers lost to the weed

battles in gardens

Tea estates littered

cinders from the teeming pit

Magmatic plates moved

Soil’s upheaval

The hills turned into mountains;

valleys disappeared

Churning sand of time

Gradual recovery

the dust had settled

Reading of the poem:

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Dust”, “Weed” and their synonyms. Rules and other contributions available here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/19/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-328-dust-weed/

Massive Attack – The Spoils ft. Hope Sandoval

Trace of red teardrops

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Trace of red teardrops

12 October 2020

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Dewdrops in the air

Pearls scattering on my face

the first of the rains

Heads hung low they weep

Zoroastrian filters

drizzle through their plight

Drop by drop gathers

weight of a hundred stones cast

millenary fate

Maidens in tatters

their backs particles of flesh

sprinkled across choice

A dash of freedom

drips through time that seeps in age

beads of silver pain

A splash in the pond

Murky waters now stirring

trace of red teardrops

Reading of the poem:

Hope – Azam Ali

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Drip”, “Drop” and their synonyms. Rules and other poems available here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/12/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-327-drip-drop/

Prince of Peace anew

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Prince of Peace anew

7 October 2020

 
 Scalding memories
 Blisters in the soul that wept
 Abandoned all hope
  
 Scorching sunlight dimmed
 Shadows played with my mind’s eye
 Dusk fell on the plains
  
 A nightingale sang
 Darkness covered the window
 Black spiders shriveled
  
 A flutter in heart
 shaking off obscurity
 Wild thoughts bloomed inward
  
 Parched throat renewed odes
 Charred flowers revived colours
 The blackness withered
  
 A staff split curtains
 Shades of his heart shimmered through
 Prince of Peace anew

Reading of the poem:

Prince of Peace Official Lyric Video – Hillsong UNITED

Humans united

Geetha B Awakening, Balance, Birds, Black, Dimensions, Haiku, Japanese poetry, Japanese Poetry forms, Poems, Poesia, Poetry, Senryu

Humans united

2 October 2020

Clad in iron frame

weary from the highs and lows

the traveler weeps

`

The separation

sum of all our misgivings

undulating pains

`

Look into my eyes

see the rivers of my soul

piercing into black

`

Unchained, flying free

a bluebird sings in my mind

melodies that haunt

`

From dead plains they rise

the songs of togetherness

echo of the Love

`

We come together

Breath of you through Heart of me

Humans united

`

Reading of the poem:

HUMAN’s Musics – A film by Yann Arthus-Bertrand / Composed by Armand Amar

The waters flowed calm

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The waters flowed calm

1 October 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

The elements raged

Pelting rain tore at my cheeks

The storm’s pace quickened

 

A raven called hoarse

a mild reminder of death

beak lost in twister

 

Rising in the skies

Gusts of wind shook free my frame

I recounted time

 

A single line drawn

across my heaving chest’s throb

The tempest, silenced

 

Soothing thoughts surfaced

As hurricane receded

into oblivion

 

The waters flowed calm

Monsoon surge a memory

Its downpour wasted

 

Reading of the poem:

Amber Mark – Monsoon (Official Video) ft. Mia Mark

 

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Calm”, “Storm” and their synonyms. Rules and other contributions available here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/28/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-325-calm-storm/

A thousand answers

Geetha B Haiku, Heart, Light, Poems, Poetry, Senryu, Soul, Time

A thousand answers

25 September 2020

 

The question mattered

unanswered it dug away

into my mind’s eye

 

Port to port I roamed

a deeply drunken sailor

veiled knowledge my quest

 

The ship sailed onwards

a ghostly trace of itself

against moonlit skies

 

Cells resonated

reverberating thunder

Lightning struck in soul

 

New realms unfolding

in the space within my heart

rose up to the helm

 

A thousand answers

spilled into my yearning mind

tracing shining lines

 

Reading of the poem:

Hammock – Circular As Our Way (Silencia)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgJIMBz6La8

All rage now vanquished

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All rage now vanquished

23 September 2020

Courtesy flickr.com

 

Seething energy

the fury of elements

breaks into a storm

 

Heavy lightning strikes

Nature no longer passive

shares its violence

 

All furor unleashed

in sync with nature’s madness

heavens turn ink black

 

Churned into frenzy

seascapes heave with creeping waves

overcoming land

 

Waters once stagnant

restore passion of their roots

Marshes spill over

 

Ferocity speaks

intensity at its peak

in quaking mountains

 

The heart follows storms

A pyre for minds alights

magmatic, alive

 

Wistful rain falls fast

upon the brooding landscapes

reluctant soothing

 

Gradual easing

Slow trickle of honey flows

into my bosom

 

The quiet restored

Ire a ghost of the past

All rage now vanquished

 

Reading of the poem:

Michael Kiwanuka – Love and Hate

 

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Challenge using the words “Slow” and “Fury” or their synonyms. Rules and other poems can be found here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/21/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-324-furyslow/

Words interrupted

Geetha B Haiku, Heart, Light, Love, Poems, Poetry, Senryu, Soul, Time

Words interrupted

20 September 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

Folding unfolding

myriads of images strewn

Memory a lark

 

Beams of crescent moon

tugged slow at my lips’ corners

A nightingale sang

 

Words interrupted

stilled my heart in deep silence

like water it flowed

 

Reading of the poem:

Dance Me To The End Of Love – Francis Goya

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHipdvZmPBs