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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
©lifeshues.org 2016
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All rights reserved.

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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
All content and images copyright 2016
All rights reserved.

**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.
I hope you enjoyed reading. Because my website is self-hosted I don’t have the regular features where you can just like my poem, so I request you to leave a word or two so I may know if you liked my post, thank you for stopping by, most appreciate your time.

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
©lifeshues.org 2017


Winter…
snow descends…
purity and death…
sublime and angelic juxtaposition…
transfixing

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017
All images and content copyright 2017
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picture courtesy: pixabay.com

To read another post on another form of poetry please click here. Thank you.
I hope you enjoyed reading. Thank you for stopping by and please leave a comment because my website is self-hosted I don’t have the regular features where you can just like my poem, most appreciate your time.

Rêve Blanc (poem)

Winter’s come and gone and I still haven’t put up anything about it on the blog yet, so, here is my first winter poem of the year, `Rêve Blanc’ meaning `White Dream’, isn’t blanc snow in winter like a dream, all consuming and memerising, like an endless sheet spread over the scenery to make the ugly and unchaste look beautiful and pure…


a dream white
spreads from the lands to the skies…
it’s dazzling mystery
has engulfed me…
I can’t see beyond
cannot turn around…
the magic initially soft
then surrounds and makes a fossil of your heart…
there’s music in the way it moves
and that is the music I find my mind dancing to…
getting over it’s spell is an arduous task
my heart beats violently at it’s art…
just it’s name and shivers run down my spine
it’s flawless vulnerable beauty is sublime…
I have this insane urge to bury myself under it
I close my eyes and I find myself drifting…
in this hypnotized state
where I’m unsure if I’m asleep or awake…
each night I walk in the mist that comes with it
looking for and walking in…
the white dream

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017
All images and content copyright 2017
All right reserved.

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To read another poem on something that is equally mesmerising, the moon, kindly click here. Thank you.
I hope you enjoyed reading. Thank you for stopping by and please leave a comment because my website is self-hosted I don’t have the regular features where you can just like my poem, most appreciate your time.

Drifting Contemplations: My Poetry (micropoetry)

If I’m asked what poetry is to me I would have no answer, I could write and have written poems on what poetry is but I still find myself stumbling across notions and words to say anything, if one thinks about a new idea to write a poem every minute of the day will you call it obsession or passion?
I call it desperation, because there are a million poets writing a million poems in a day so if an idea is out I cannot write for it anymore because that would mean copying and I don’t do that, I have at least a hundred poems in my drafts and I’m scared to death that if I delay putting them out there for all to read there will be someone else with that idea in their head and I will have to give up posting it as mine if I don’t post it first, in the past I’ve had to let go of two micro-poems because a fellow poet had already posted something on those lines, so that has now come to become my life, constantly trying to come up with something that no one has written but this is about micro-poems, of course there are long poems where we repeat lines but I try my best to bring something new to the reader’s mind, I mean how many times can one read about stars in eyes right?
They say we are in a golden age, networking wise, but I find it more a bane than a boon, at least to a poet, all ideas and lines are out there hovering in web-space and I have to break my head over what to write which is new and not recycled and refreshingly different for the reader, it is a task, so of course I am thinking about it all the time, to sum it up I’ll say that poetry to me is my baby of which I want to be proud so I go about my work with integrity and I am very desperate, desperate for new ideas, for new lines and desperate to be the first to come up with a refreshingly different take on a million year old topic `love’ …
the following micro-poems are about what poetry is to me, my night sky and my oozing wound, I truly do wonder if my vulnerability can give birth to my poetry then my strength can do wonders, but like they say, a poet exploits everything, maybe I’m just exploiting every experience, mine and other’s, well, I should right?


My vulnerability
has birthed
the night sky…
unfathomable then
what my strength
can originate…

**artwork by the very talented S.I.N.A’S. D.O.O.D.L.E.S do check this artist’s page for inspiration.

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017
All content and images copyright 2017
All rights reserved.


I bleed love…
and they call it poetry

**artwork by me, but the idea was from an illustration I came across on Pinterest.

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016
All content and images copyright 2016
All rights reserved.

To read another poem on `Poetry’ kindly click here. Thank you.
I hope you enjoy reading.Thank you for stopping by and please leave a comment because my website is self-hosted I don’t have the regular features where you can just like my poem, most appreciate your time.

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