Three Poems by Reena Prasad: “The Pact”, “Reaching Up”, “Let Me Be” | Spirit Fire Review | A Magazine of Celebration!


This is the first time I have been published in The Spirit FIRE Review. Thankful to Janine Pickett for taking my poems for the Jan issue. Do check out this positivity magazine.

The Pact- My legs swing, warm sun tickling bare feet On an egret-sprinkled green palm of earth, a purple heron soars settling on a buffalo its buoyancy turning

Source: Three Poems by Reena Prasad: “The Pact”, “Reaching Up”, “Let Me Be” | Spirit Fire Review | A Magazine of Celebration!

The Colour of a Theft – Visual Verse


Source: The Colour of a Theft – Visual Verse

 

Image by Manon Bellet

THE COLOUR OF A THEFT

The theft was a subtle art of the heart.You seem to have exonerated yourself over time, sporting the same blue as a bedspread, a curtain, a wallpaper and your profile cover but for the robbed, the blue is a tear, a gash over the darker midnight hues which at times resembles a defeated umbrella ripped by the elements and at others, a head bent in prayer, palms clasping something that they are loathe to let go of. A garden at sunset, a music that waits up, for a cycle bell trill, to flow into a wild dance unseen, unheard but then the blue was a delicate cloud over a sunset. A clash of colors, they were destined to be mismatched and one scorched. but inside the veil, the view is still delicious. Nothing disturbs the bird with its soft, white train. It sits with its gaze fixed on the moon for the same moon looks at the other side too, a little more pensive, a little more enamored. It looks at you as you go about humming in that dark blue tee unaware that the ocean just blocks away, is humming with you. The sky positions its clouds to bounce off your thoughts reflecting them through a pattering of rain. What you thought were two kites is actually just one, in love with the wind that tore it into two. Caged within itself, the blue is a butterfly remembering a net, closing its eyes to the savage rents in it. Not wishing to leave. Not willing to fly.
©Reena Prasad

Duane’s PoeTree: Reena Prasad writes


Always a great honour to be at the one and only Duane’s PoeTree. Do read the commentary by Duane Vorhees in the comments by clicking on the link. That is the most interesting part of it.
Source: Duane’s PoeTree: Reena Prasad writes

Order cannot laugh

 
They sat in neat lines
heads turned towards the left
sitting as they were put
All
except
one
that wriggled its bottom
twiddled its thumbs
rocked on its bum
and created a disarray
forcing the tidy ones
to rearrange themselves
around the mess
in a bid to hide
the chaos
and the sore thumb
laughed secretly
then out loud
and was still laughing
when they threw it out
and formed a new order.
©Reena Prasad

GloMag November 2016 – Page 194


‘REVISITING’ finds a home in this beautiful November 2016 issue of GloMag.

GloMag is the coming together of writers in their diverse manifestations, thoughts, and expressions – and the visual interpretation of these. – Page 194

Read the complete poem Here ☛☞Source: GloMag November 2016 – Page 194

And the Complete Magazine Here ☛ ☞https://www.joomag.com/magazine/mag/0326287001479836172/p1

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