Tag: dVerse prompt

Let It Be? Or Let’s Fight It Off?

Yesterday I skipped the search for prompts, which is why my poem is a little late. What you see below is my offering to the wonderful and very thoughtful poetry prompt given by the amazing crew at the d’Verse Poetry site. We are given the chance to choose a musical album cover art and poem on and around it. Not very original of me, I grabbed the Beatles Let It Be title. Among other things, I remember how difficult it was for me to grasp the meaning of the phrase when I first heard the song. It was before the time I knew any English. Believe me, even people claiming they were fluent in the language couldn’t explain the words to me. That was in a different era. Nowadays, everybody is fluent, so this story would be a laughing matter should I tell it to any young person around here. Enough bla-bla! To the poem.

Let It Be

Photo by Natalie Cardona on Unsplash

All summer long listening to a song
Trying to understand where exactly did I stand
On a matter I could see would be an issue between the world and me.

Would I shrug it off, saying ‘Let it be’?
Or would I head into the fight,
philosophizing what is right?

© 2024, soulmary

Falling in Love with Autumn

This week, we have seen the grand entrance of autumn – the golden queen of harvest, beauty, solitude and softness. The leaves in my home town haven’t started their whirling dance downwards yet, but their colours are glowing more and more, blinding us in sunny afternoons and lighting up the nights. As if fairy lanterns have been installed to add intensity to our narrative.

Several prompt sites have suggested the falling season as inspiration. One is dVerse on Tuesday, another is Poetic Asides with its Wednesday prompt. Despite the plenitude of poems I have penned (and penciled) down over the years, I have every intention of giving it a shot.

Fall

I look to see if alleys are deserted.
Tree tops, ablaze with glow,
Wait in silence for the final swirl –
The magic dance of tiny pieces
of their souls,
Tearing effortlessly from the branches
in a wild ballet towards the soil
Where they will stay, transform, and be reborn
To live, and glow, and dance again
Next season of fall.

Then, here is a new rendering of the short poem I wrote a couple of days ago:

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Oblivious to change,
rhythm of the leaves equalises all souls
in just a sigh, time is of no importance.

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© 2024, soulmary