Source: The Keeper – Visual Verse
Category: Picture prompts
Metamorphosis – Visual Verse
Image for October’s issue of Visual Verse is by Werner Stuerenburg.
An eagerly awaited challenge is this monthly exercise. The poem this time is titled ‘Metamorphosis‘
Source: Metamorphosis – Visual Verse
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You are not the only dog here – Visual Verse
Visual verse is a fun place to write at. Read Sheikha A.’s poem and many other startling poems and prose pieces here along with one of mine.
Source: You are not the only dog here – Visual Verse
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Don’t do it – Visual Verse
Source: Don’t do it – Visual Verse
Written for this visual prompt at Visual Verse.
* ERROR (last line)- into an unpleasant memory
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Lady With The Lamp
I conjure you up
from a flame
When you arrive
I become one
©Reena Prasad
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Cloud-trampled day
Based on a painting by Nadira ( Dreaming Through The Twilight)
Tumultuous swirls
spread smoke
Trees listen erect
late to the lecture
Sharp hats on
Leaves static
Silence rules
grave-deep, stern-gray
Crisp, cold drops
on tongue-tips
of mountains
Smudged kohl outlines
stormy eyes of the valley
Sky-frost and earth-mist
companions adrift
©Reena Prasad
For your inspirational painting Nadira Cotticollan Thank you!
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Visitors
A window opened
The last embers of night died
stamped upon
by bathroom slippers
The last embers of night died
stamped upon
by bathroom slippers
Dawn swept in
clearing a path with its broom of gold
only to be stopped at the sill
by another early riser
winged
©Reena Prasad
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The uprising
‘Autumn Breeze’
Watch me as I rise
drinking up the black liquid of night
The wind in my golden stalks
He lies on the lapping surface
to carry me away
from all that is dark
The bamboo in my basket of love
is covered with its swan flowers
The sunlight, my last sheath
I see his handsome heart
and the big stakes driven into them
but I am not a frail concept, I am Earth
out to reclaim my colours
from the paint and word palettes
of plagiarist beings called artists
©Reena Prasad 26th May 2013
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Sunken gold
Abundant gold
thrown into the sea
sparkling in the crests of little waves-to-be
dazzling inside the curves of frothy swirls
A Midas has drowned
his regrets mirrored by the sky
A lone ship leaves amidst the scattered largesse
to search for its predestined fortune
it makes me want to weep.
©Reena Prasad 26th Jan 2013
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Wings to fly
Take me with you
as a feather on your wing
Let me feel how it feels
to see the earth wave
Every golden stalk of grain
dancing in the morning breeze
as we fly up and soar across the sun
to lands where night never begins.
© Reena Prasad 2nd Oct 2012
