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[think-through-pen]

The Absence

Standing in the rain,

I can not forget her smile,

nor can I see it again.

The rain falls.

Why did I hope to be alive?

when all I am

is

a carcass moving like a snail,

but liquifying with each trail

until I am no more.

The rain falls still.

Steaming cup in my hand,

the wafting smell is pleasing

to those who have a heart of joy;

not me, who has had his heart

loved—

shouldered by sorrow, slowly.

The imprints of my lips are cold,

exuding a forgotten warmth

yet, on the other side of the table,

a strange silhouette warms my ears—

ah! The coffee stings my tongue.

The rain falls heavily.

I walk away

somewhere;

where we met and sat

and had a chat,

and I was glad...

My hands are cold and cracked,

but a ghost of hand holds them

and I feel loved in this

depressing rain.

The rain stops.

Altogether.

The mood is worsening more,

and I must go somewhere;

where you are not

but I am.

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[fille--de--joies]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @infamouslyroggylives and @definegodliness 🌼

1. Are you named after anyone?

A character in a novel that my mother had read.

2. When was the last time you cried?

While watching Puss in Boots : The Last Wish with my daughters. 😿

3. Do you have kids?

Yes, two.

4. Do you use sarcasm alot?

No. I think I'm too straightforward and maladroit to master such a skill.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their body shape.

6. What’s your eye colour?

Brown.

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending.

8. Any special talents?

Asking questions.

9. Where were you born?

Bremen, Germany.

10. What are your hobbies?

Overthinking, writing, reading, playing chess, watching documentaries.

11. Do you have any pets?

Two cats : a Siamese and a Persian.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Freestyle aerobics.

13. How tall are you?

1m65

14.Favorite subject in school?

Math.

15. Dream job?

Songwriter.

I tag :

@aaronawbra @drcouts @undead-morrison

@ravensvalley @fairwayfinder59

@itisstillnotme @unflappable-wolf

@originalromanticsir @sharkygiovanna2

@woodsong @jerblake @area--52

@the-sea-lives-inme @oblivionwinds

@soft-lines

[think-through-pen]

Allow me to present a piece of my heart:

sou phool khile hai un wadiyon mein, siwaye tere

- Moin

Translation: One hundred flowers have bloomed in those valleys, except you

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And when Mahmoud Darwish wrote;

“tumhari gair maujoodgi mein sab theek hai, siwaye mere.”

[followcb]

Autumn’s Fall

September harbors secrets,

tall tales about the fall,

and falling leaves.

Autumn was my mother's . . .

middle name; a name

she adopted as her persona.

An unpredictable character

who leaves summer lovers

somewhere in the sadness . . .

of late August. When changing

colors, send early notice.

Whisk me back to school days,

All the heat of Summer skin;

As if one world had to end

Before another could begin.

Midnight waters cooling down,

All the tourists leaving town,

Soon you’d be leaving too

For some dorm room with a view

Of a thousand fresh-shined boys,

All our promises were just noise.

When days start getting thin

You know Autumn’s closing in.

She looms over formerly gleaming

Heatwave days spent daydreaming.

Suddenly, now, she's all business,

No ways to ask for forgiveness.

October skies are always ominous,

Ever-present clouds reign, diaphanous.

Gossamer as a late-Friday-night lover;

Outside of obvious attraction - we discover

What we believed love was . . . runs thin.

Of course, Autumn . . . knows about sin;

she's been running in these circles for years.

All too familiar with summer flings . . .

sadly shed . . . September tears.

There’s a sadness . . .

Looking back on it now;

Has it really been this long somehow.

If only love could feel the same,

A kiss of sunshine rinsed with rain.

In May the Summer seems so long,

Her endless days go on and on,

All the world’s a prize to hold,

Without a thought of growing old.

But days pass by, like a river flows

And where they flow to, no one knows;

Until one day, the scene has changed,

You find your dreams all rearranged.

A certain ache rides the northern squall

And that is when you know it’s Autumn's Fall.

©️ @followcb @aaronawbra / Collaboration #2

September 3, 2022

Thanks to both the fun and response we've had with our 1st cowrite - Blood Love, we quickly dove into another session that now brings us - Autumn’s Fall. Another adventure. Another morsel. Another tale with a twist.

Thank you @aaronawbra for the continued enthusiasm and interest in writing alongside me. I'm a big fan of your poetry.

Hope everyone enjoys this latest 1!

Cheers, CB

[rhapsodyinblue45]

5 Things. I was tagged by @aaronawbra to write 5 things I like about myself:

1. I like the way my mind returns to second childhood at the smell of autumn leaves or smoke from a distant fire.

2. I like the unbearable tension that overwhelms me when a trembling idea forms words and my mind is held captive until that nagging poem eventually forms.

3. I like it when I can feel tremendous honesty with another person where my soul breaks open and I shake from the beautiful vulnerability of feeling their thoughts, of being perfectly understood in that moment.

4. I like the way my eyes betray what my heart feels.

5. I like the way my children and students bring out my best self- the selfless, loving person I wish to be all time, especially when no one is watching.

Thanks, @aaronawbra. I haven't been asked to do a challenge in quite some time. 😊

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*I am passing this challenger along to the following writers: @followcb @scriptedsilence @teaspirations @in-my-thinking @oblivion-wind @just-4-thought @mortalghost @aubriestar @dhritkavya-rasayana @poets-wonderland @imperiallefty

[poetryriot]

Poetry Riot Prompt (Week One-hundred and Twenty-Six)

The participants for this week’s prompt are below:

ninjadebris

josephianni

autumnsunshine10

lzlabs

magdas-poetry

thevisualaftermath

just-4-thought

dovesdanceatdawn

mnpoetree

aaronawbra

failingglory

the-wordslinger

katrinnac

catsandmisadventures

claphandsound

echoes-of-me

virgilioastram

shecalleditsavagery

allnightsong

meno1972

birgerbosbach

wired-messiah

not-a-wish-factory

hangingoninquietdesparation

hermeneutica

poetry--etc

cruxymox

the-novelwriter

undertheheart

spilled-from-my-lips

rquideal

drearydaffodil

rarasworldbro

suadadeinmoonlight

madworlddiary

usuallyaboutaboy

aubriestar

alexofander

p1lgrim

mylittlemishka

rquideal

Laura’s Pick: @autumnsunshine10 - “Phantom Memories”

I liked the different take on this poem of nonexistent pictures hanging on the wall, giving the speaker of the poem false memories of what could have been if the images had come true. It feels as if the memories are there and the speaker can reach out and touch them if they try hard enough, but the speaker knows it is all a fantasy.

Honorable Mentions: @virgilioastram, @poetry--etc, @hangingoninquietdesparation, @mnpoetree

Sarah’s Pick: @shecalleditsavagery.

I really enjoyed this poem. I think it’s clever the way it starts with a tattoo of a hangman’s noose. The ending line is killer, really pulls it all together.

Honorable mentions: @drearydaffodil, @not-a-wish-factory, and @rarasworldbro.

A new prompt will be up shortly. Thank you for everyone that participated!

[think-through-pen]

The Wilted Love

My love, I do not love you.

Leave me! Let me lose my mind.

I am still and nothing new,

but all the pain, PAIN combined!

I will not be rude, love, twice.

Begone! This hour is not mine.

Have a say? Then be precise.

Be so quick before I whine.

(I know that winter reigns your heart.

But will there never be a sun?

Without you whither shall I dart?

Are...are you not my only hun?)

I am done with loving you.

This love you can not renew.

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[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

Me in Six Images ♥️

Tags: @girlonedge @hiswordsarekisses @imnotcrazyimkatie @hopefulmillennial @ell0ra-br3kk3r @authorofstories55 @metalvenomludens7 @slyth3rin-princess @edgy-aristocrat @feedingtheflockministry @lazydreamer19 @percy-the-hufflepuff @george-weasleys-girl @darkandbrightt @princessreborn @cosmic-nightmares @aeshwaryadudeja @princess-paramour @fromdarzaitoleeza @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @aaronawbra @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom @writingwitch007 @illusiono

Me in Six Pics...!! Anyone else up for it? Who you are in six pictures....

@arany-studio @she-posts-nerdy-stuff @wweasleyhp @thunder-by-nightfall @sleepless-crows @i-live-you-die-i-tell-your-story

And anyone else... Btw use unsplash.co for free pics to download...

[think-through-pen]

The Presence

Standing in the rain

with her beside me,

I smile the length of a rainbow.

The rain falls.

I feel alive!

I sense a circus of emotions,

juggling Joy, Anxiety and Bliss

and nothing falls apart.

A complete man I am!

The rain falls slowly.

Steaming cup in my hand,

the wafting smell is pleasing

to me;

she sits in front of me

with a dazzling smile,

she holds my hands and asks:

"Which warmth is your favourite:

the coffee's or mine?

I kiss her hand;

no words are needed

where actions are loud enough.

The rain descends.

We walk away

to our favourite place;

where we met and sat

and had a chat,

and we are glad...

We laugh at our silly days,

and I find myself pinching her cheeks.

She repays me with a nose pinch.

We both laugh and time

stops

to look at us.

The rain has stopped,

but a storm rises in my heart.

Suddenly!

She grabs my hand and leads me

somewhere where I had never been,

for she wants me to be a part of her

forever.

Note: This is a prequel to The Absence poem I posted yesterday.

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[think-through-pen]

Flower Blooming

I fain would ask the earth for its love

that sprouts from soils in tender buds,

and sit beside and look above

and wait for them to spring from muds.

What ecstasy could rival this

than waiting for the bud in bliss!

Alert your eyes and do not miss

the flower blooms with morning kiss!

I wish to soak my heart in sorrow,

for flowers will wilt tomorrow;

surely, all my dreams will fade

and dissolve in that tree's shade.

A balance of life and death there is,

and truth resides in nature's law.

A life becomes 'was', another 'is'

Is not it beauty that I saw?

But I can see the petals peep

from their robes, and slowly keep

my heart and eyes laid upon

the yawning of the flowers born.

The sun too blooms from the sea,

altering its robes with time.

The beauty that we find is we,

for we see the truth sublime.

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[think-through-pen]

What brought you to the world of poetry I wonder?

If I say that my curiosity for the English language brought me to the world of poetry, it wouldn't be wrong.

But what made me actually dive into this unknown world was a poem I read in my eleventh grade. I was reading a poem for leisure, and a thought came to my mind. "These poets are humans, like us. If they can write a poem, why can't I?" Then my journey began.

I transitioned from nature poems to love; love poems to hate; hate poems to experimental poems; experimental to structured poems; and finally back to love and nature poetry. I am still exploring.

Thank you for asking, @most-ment ! I am honoured.

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[think-through-pen]

To My Love (6)

Dear Love,

I wake up to a sky blazed with tangerine and paprika streaks with the rest of buildings quaking to and fro—oh! These are just my tears.

Among the leaves I have collected, I select one of them. It is shaped like two human palms asking for the rain. I wonder if your hands are of the same size. But these leaves I collected are those I found lying on the road; fearing they might break their spine by some road-rollers, I bring them home because they remind me of myself, detached from its source of life. It is sad that they will lose their green charm and be turned to ashes. How many leaves are forgotten without being noticed, I wonder.

Love, my pen overflowed today, maybe, even wept as it authored my melancholy. I return to my desk, its legs sway, unable to bear the heavy pages. And the leaves do not leave the desk, maybe, there's some life left in it as it was once a tree too?

Tonight, I will now sit by the river scraping the ridges of the bank in the shape of "U" so that I receive, hopefully, a fish from the city of your residence.

Yours Beloved,

M

(Please support me for my college fees here.)

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[think-through-pen]

To My Love (7)

Dear Love,

I can't seem to find sleep. I look behind the curtain, under the desk, behind the doors—but I still can't find it. I might find some fragments under my pillow and some clinging to the sides of my bed.

I thought of taking a stroll outside. I find myself at the river again. The obsidian blanket of sky with white pearls remind me of the day I came to know what longing is. If I throw a fishing rod to catch a pearl and keep collecting them, there will be mounds of them here. Then, I would climb on the summit and call your name; maybe, seeing all these catch, you will notice me. Maybe, I will have fished all the stars in the universe only to realise that the brightest star is what I behold in my eyes: you.

Descending, uncaring of the gazes that admire the star-fisher, I will walk towards you. In every eye, there'll be this heap of stars but in mine only you will shine.

I sometimes look for you in my dreams, but there is no trace of you even there. My mind advocates that I don't care but my heart still beats in the rhythm of your name.

Yours Hopefully,

M

(Please support me here .)

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[think-through-pen]

To My Love (5)

Dear Love,

The wind blows me away like a boat without its oars. I care not where it takes me but would like to be taken to you, drifting into your arms.

As I write this letter, I deceive my heart. Tricking my mind into thinking that you read the letters in my dreams, I stain my page with tears the way a piece of newspaper lies on the cold earth, being trampled to tears. But what can I do if the love I dream to see in your eyes for me is never realised? Am I to dream on, or stop at once?

My fingers are peppered with blue ink, for I didn't realise that I had already completed the poem. I wrote and wrote and wrote 'til I filled the page and emptied my heart. The red ink of love is refilled and I write again endlessly about you. Do not read the blotched pages, for there you'll find my imperfections. I can show them to you, but you'll find them so sad that you won't be able to stop your sobs.

Here, I lull my pen to sleep, while I stare at the open sky finding your face among the stars.

Yours Lonely Love,

M

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[think-through-pen]

To My Love (8)

Dear Beloved,

I haven't smoked in its breath, but the intoxication lingers: love. To love you without having met you...seen you...heard you, I feel the warmth in my cheeks—maybe this warmth is the feeling of infatuation.

I wake up to a hollow wall; the door has only my fingerprints; there is only one toothbrush in my hand with only my reflection in the mirror; the sofa has two pillows but only one is warm, the other is stained with tears sometimes; the windowsill has only one circular coffee stain; my wallet overflows and I have no will to spend—to spend on whom?

But I promise that we will meet soon. Do you wait for me like I do? Even the moon smiles, that's why it has assumed a crescent shape today. Will you welcome me like the sea welcomes the moon, occasionally caressing it with its waves?

I will not compare you to the moon, for today, the moon is pale. But wouldn't it be better to compare you with the eyes of the owl devouring the stars? I would like you to sit on a lotus pad, to watch fireflies for the first time. And I will not watch them with you, but the sparkle in your eyes as you behold them, pointing out the brightest one. I will be blind to the fireflies reflected in your eyes, but not blind enough to see happiness brush against your lips.

Yours Infatuated,

M

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[think-through-pen]

After Rain

wind sweeps on the leaves,

a parade of droplets fall—

rain does smile on all

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