Thanks to Candice Louisa, Megha Sood, Christine E Ray, Kindra M Austin and Indie Blu(e) team for this mighty book. Two of my poems are included in here- ” Other Tongue” and “Changing The Hole Narrative” . Received my contributor PDF copy and am thrilled at the power in those pages! Will share my poems soon.
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Pleased to find my poem “Guest Appearance” included in the Trouvaille Review on Jan 22nd 2021. Thank you Editors!
A ringtone makes its way through the open window/ Music is forbidden here/ Death is the
Source: Guest Appearance by Reena R — Trouvaille Review
A very happy 2021 to all my friends. This post is all about the kindness inherent in my writer friends who have taken great pains to keep me and my poetry alive and hold the fort for me when I was unable to be there to do it myself. I thank each one of them for being there uncompromisingly and wish them every happiness in this new year. To each one of you( you know who you are) who read, liked, shared, published, visited my poems and enquired/wished/blessed/prayed for me and my family, I have nothing to give in return except undying gratitude and love and hopefully more poems.
Source: The World Literature Blog: FIVE POEMS BY REENA R
It is been all blue since I left the green
and the green has now left me
to look for fresher breaths
Autumn’s masterpiece, I belong
to the artists who flock around
hoeing, ploughing and raking
through the seasons
all because of a mad need to sow
The suns I have swallowed
nest in me
heirloom rings of my age
No longer do I need to be leafed
to feel beautiful
A naked tree is truth
The naked truth is me
A song I hold dear rings clear
A song without fear
A song with all our fears
A song stolen from earth
and snatched from the heavens
A song inside a bit of fluff
A song arresting the floating fluff above
that comes visiting with the breeze
A lonely song that brings succor
to the poet below wandering
with ink in her veins
A poem that becomes a tree
A tree that becomes a bridge
A bridge that the song travels on
The song that is you and me
Silent. Evergreen.
(c)Reena
When night spreads herself out
like a sheer drop from the balcony,
floats weightlessly in the breeze
and then resurfaces to show off
her brilliant gold-lined eyes,
I cannot sleep
for she tells me that to be seen amidst
all that darkness
I must wear the stars
even if they are all suns
which scorch and burn
I stay up to show her the scars,
the singed skin
the ferocious imprints of hugging a wild sun once lost to me
the molten lava
that streams from my eyes
and she calls me beautiful
(c)Reena
Come away to where amnesia lives
It is a dell beyond a far away hill
With a sun and a moon to give us light
and warm rooms to lodge us on rainy nights
There are stalls with hearts on fire
Reach in, give them yours
and get the one you desire
Then you will see things my way
and why I have always been running away
There is a map folded carefully for you, see
It shows just the street where we will meet
But if you go back ever, you will forget where you had been
Amnesia town and its streets will no longer be seen
(c)Reena
Gritty cactus stalks rubbed by the desert
make up convincing desires
and uncertain, my heart drums out
undulating rhythms
Sand slopes over sand
ever pristine
burying its predecessor with finesse
A conversation gentle, familiar
but not the words
I thrill to its cadence
It is language I knew once
It kisses my heart
yet misses my lips
I want to join in
but the sand has settled over the voices
The silence is another desert
I am a lone cactus
listening to an almost song
swirling around my roots
slipping over purple milkweed blooms
coming home scented
Even though my leaves no longer fit into the fading shadows
my emptiness is soothed
(c) Reena
Reena Prasad’s poems have been published in The Copperfield Review, First Literary Review-East, Angle Journal, Poetry Quarterly, York Literary Review, Lakeview International Journal, Duane…
Source: Poetry: A Safe Planet within a Terrifying One by Reena Prasad – kitaab
Sun and shade
The gentle art of melancholy
is to see “print as light and white paper, shadow”
There is an end, beyond every horizon
The Wandering Jew thrives though pot bound
The moss rose blooms where it is flung, but we practice
the gentle art of melancholy
Too much sun within, to meander out of the soil
The sea salt, like happiness leeches out of underwatered pots
There is an end, beyond every horizon
too faint to discern too vivid if dreamt, the rays converge
and we are parchment, then flame, then ash, simple soot black. Behold
the gentle art of melancholy
Breeze-blown paper caught by a nib, sails without a ship
Ocean depths of promises, undying hope a never ending misery
There is an end, beyond every horizon
Sun, the cross, cosmic omissions, shade,
the lovely creepy crawlies, spring flies in with
the gentle art of melancholy
There is an end, beyond every horizon
©reenar
refer
“Light & Shadow by Anne Waldman
