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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
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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.
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.

He Was Summer (poem)

`He Was Summer’ was written for a ten-word prompt given by my amazingly talented and kind friend Sumyanna to whom I’m grateful,like I’ve previously said,I love writing for these,I believe I write best when I write for ten-word prompts(just my opinion though),I have loved writing and I hope you like reading.Thank you.

All the colours that
were held in the
knot of summer
that was unfastened
by the winds of change
dispersed
over trees in
the shape of hanging leaves…

they said that this autumn
too appeared
like an unseasonal spring…
I felt like a fool
telling them that
no colours made
themselves visible to me…

my summer was he
and summer had moved on
leaving behind a melancholic song…
and a new kind of somber
made itself home in my world…
the kind even the owls
who had made friends
with the night inside me detested…
and they too took flight…

that ever lasting moment
of his unuttered goodbye
dunked my world…
it’s whole…
into an eerie blue…
my existence…
the blood inside…
my veins…
my eyes too…
all wore blue…

I was always
a corpse…
more near to death
than to life…
perpetually dying
except that summer
when he brought
life and colours to my eyes…
and now his departure
froze even my will
to breathe…
all I felt
saw
breathed
and held was blue…
he was the elite summer
with whom faded all my colours…

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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To read two micropoems on Autumnal thoughts kindly click here. Thank you.

Lost and Found: A Leaves’ Story (short story/poem)

This short story/poem was written for a ten-word prompt by my very talented and dearest friend Sumyanna who writes amazingly beautiful,do check her blog,it is inspiring and breathtakingly beautiful and I always end up crying at the beauty of her words and I’m deeply grateful to Sum for her friendship and inspiration and prompts which give new dimension to my poetry(in my humble opinion)…
and like I said in my previous posts that I’m still in Autumn mode so this too was written keeping the splendid autumn leaves in mind and though my friend Sumyannna’s prompt requires me to use three words minimum I always use all,it helps my poem expand,some more length is good isn’t it? I’ve loved writing,I hope you like reading.

Two leaf-buds of
different trees…
the tips of the branches
of which
almost managed
to graze each other
each time the wind blew
one towards the other
fell in love
at first sight…
while these leaves
yearned to touch
and hear the other’s voice
waiting was all they did
in addition to
being punished
by the gentle teasing
of the senses
by their shy glances…

waiting through summer and rain
for autumn to wither…
to shed their inhibitions…
to get acquainted…
to finally meet…
to be blown by the wind
to dance together
a waltz or a foxtrot
like in their dreams they did…
they had a doubt too…
wondered if the other
was just as madly in love…
wondered if this
bubble of a world
of which the base
was love
would just pop upon
knowing the other’s heart…
worried if the
death that they now
so desire and looks so sweet
would kill their hearts too…

soon came the autumn wind
and shook them
off of the trees…
they
giddy with anticipation
floated and glided happily…
all worry was laid to rest
when they saw
the same desperation
and eagerness in the other
to reach out to touch…
their hearts were introduced
to a joy and peace
and excitement
they never had expected…
their hearts beat
to the same rhythm
and for brief moments
the leaves swirled together…

but very soon
a violent wind
blew them apart
and carried them
over shaved wheat fields…
one leaf was carried
and mercilessly hooked
to a barbed wire fence…
the other was thrown on a
flowing stream instead…
the leaf that was on the fence
looked helplessly
while the love of it’s now dying life
drifted out of sight…
the other leaf
that was powerless too and
too frail to fight the current
of the running brook
fought in vain to get one last look
but was pushed away ruthlessly…
born for each other they were
but never meant to be…
together…

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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To read another short story written for a word-prompt kindly click here. Thank you.

Cupid Was Carrying A Gun (poem)

This poem was written for a writing challenge on Instagram for Marilyn Manson’s song `Cupid Carries A Gun’, now what kind of love it must be if Cupid was carrying a gun, an earth-shaking, world-rocking kind of love is what came to my mind, I hope you like my poem.

CUPID CARRIES A GUN >>> https://youtu.be/PSMj1C9B_JY
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Any attempt at making sense
of the chaos in my heart ricocheted failure…
the earthquake that his footsteps caused
in this bloody vessel in my chest
had it’s contents getting tossed around…
…love I thought…would tiptoe…
…feel surreal…
but his love was catastrophic…
I could swear I was sure…
that this damn time…
…Cupid was carrying a gun…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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For an older poem on Fire and Ice kindly click here. Thank you.

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