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Drifting Contemplations: Borrowed Lovers (micropoetry)

The first micro-poem here in this Borrowed Lovers’ post was written for a writing challenge on Instagram where we had to write for Jonas Blue’s song Perfect Strangers, we could write keeping the mood of the song in mind or simply for a word from the song or a line, to me borrowed lovers felt more likely to become perfect strangers, that is what I read from the video, well don’t blame me if I’m wrong, my muse is a little twisted, she reads too much and beyond into everything, plus she likes melancholy, the second micro-poem too was written for a prompt, I did love writing, I hope you enjoy reading.


How do you love someone
you know you have to let go…
…like you love someone
you have to let go…
…intensely…
…breathlessly…
pour a lifetime of love…
into those numbered moments…
…rental hearts…
…permanent memories…
…borrowed lovers…
become
…perfect strangers…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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Love never came
riding storms…
or stayed long…
just momentarily
glistened on their skins
in raindrops

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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Toxic (poem)

Toxic was written for a writing challenge on Instagram where we had to write for Rayvon Owen’s song Air, we could write keeping the mood of the song in mind or simply for a word from the song or a line, these words just came to me and I had fun writing, I hope you enjoy reading.


I refuse to breathe the air that
doesn’t have your fragrance…
…to me it is toxic…
I find myself gasping for breath…
drowning in the vacuum of this nothingness…
I’ll breathe easy only when
you are in my vicinity…
this distance is killing me…
…no I don’t accept this air…
don’t want it reaching my lungs…
unless it is enriched with your touch…
I refuse to breathe this air…
unless I have your breath on my face…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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To read another poem written for a ten-word prompt kindly click here. Thank you.
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Drifting Contemplations: You (micropoetry)

Micropoetry I always found tough and I remember being amazed at people who squeeze in a ton of meaning into a handful of words, writing for prompts too I found difficult, there was a time in my life, when I initially had started writing again after ages, I would write for myself, I wasn’t on any social media then and I would write what came to me and it was great, I wasn’t writing everyday but I was totally in sync with my inside, my poetry was all heart and I thought it should be that way, then I started blogging, I got on social media to promote my blog and joined poetry communities, wrote for a picture prompt first time, still think that I suck at writing for picture prompts, pictures don’t speak to me, then one of my dearest friend Sumyanna encouraged me to write for ten-word prompts or a line, I didn’t want to write because I thought if it was not from the heart I shouldn’t write, but she asked me to treat prompts like exercise in writing and I gave it a shot and honestly my best poetry has come from writing for her ten-word prompts, on Instagram I have to write for prompts everyday, now I think that if I hadn’t written for these prompts I would never have written some of my best work and that would be a shame, sometimes I have to write a 11-word story or a 6-word story and from there is born a whole new poem if you elaborate the short writes, so I’m glad that I have gotten used to writing for prompts but a little sad that my real voice I have lost somewhere, of late poems don’t come to me like they used to, I mean poems from my mind, through my observation, most of the poetry now is all just an exercise…
the following micropoetry was written for prompts then I have written bigger poems using these very same micropoems, which I shall post soon, I hope you like what you read.


Leave me wrecked
in your wake

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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You are not just
my sweet serendipity…
you are my calling

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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To read some more micropoetry kindly click here. Thank you.

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Selcouth (poem)

Selcouth is what came to my mind when I wanted a title for this poem which I was urged to write by a dear friend on Instagram for this picture prompt of two pigeons, selcouth means strange, marvellous, wondrous, unfamiliar, unusual, just like these pigeons in my poem are to each other. It was winter when I wrote this, I guess you can see how the cold seeped into my poem too…


Wrapped in loneliness
with only the cold for warmth…
surviving on the hope
of love in distant arms…
strangers but well-versed with
the rhythm of the other’s heart…
they never spoke but
their souls hummed the same love songs…
all they had to do was turn and the
grey skies would wear the colour of their charms…
reach out and embrace the sunshine of love
and put to eternal rest their emotional storms…
now…only time will tell…
if they flew or they fell…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016
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**I have no clue as to who the picture belongs to, I claim not it as mine and I will gladly remove the picture if it offends anyone’s copyrights and ownership rights,thank you.

To read another poem which was written for a picture prompt please click here. Thank you.
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Drifting Contemplations: Winter & Blue (Elfchen poetry)

I find poetry with rules challenging…I was challenged to write for an Elfchen.
Elfchen is a type of poem consisting of eleven words in a specific format of words per line:
Row 1: one word
Row 2: two words
Row 3: three words
Row 4: four words and
Row 5: one word.

Elf is the German word for eleven. Adding –chen to a noun in German gives it a sense of being wee or dear. The word Elfchen (always capitalized, as are all German nouns) translated into English is roughly elevenie.
Eleven word poem again doesn’t mean that you write a quote with eleven words and split it in five lines, every line should have a meaning and should stand for itself.


Blue…
sinking depths…
choked other colours…
fog surrounds my mind…
lost

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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Winter…
snow descends…
purity and death…
sublime and angelic juxtaposition…
transfixing

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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To read another post on another form of poetry please click here. Thank you.
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