Favors

smoke bellowing

against opaque skies,
man pleads heavenly 

favors from God

offering sweet fruits

spoils from the earth

beseeching blessings

wrapped

for his delectation, 


chanting until 
hoarse voice, 
silence stared
and yawned  


blindly, 
he boards train, 
uncaring of
destination.

Author's Note:   This post is for D'Verse - Poetics - Giorgio de Chirico,  hosted by Mark Kerstetter.  The prompt is to write a poem inspired by Giorgio de Chirico – the man, his art or one of his works in particular.  I was drawn to this painting, oil on canvas, Le Rêve transformé. 1913. 

Picture credit:  http://www.abcgallery.com/C/chirico/chirico6.html

A kiss

nights ending

mellowing sighs

ecstasy  rides

passion flowing     

hips melting hips

hands meandering   

tight embrace

light caress 

prelude 

but

it always start

with a

kiss

Hope everyone has a good weekend ~

Friday Romantic Challenge: Voices

The whispering started on a lazy sunday afternoon
when cleaning their abode, she came across
a stack of letters bunched in an elastic tie in his drawer. 
Curiosity, with righteous pinch of a newly minted wife,
made her take out the tie, and unfold the papers.   

Dusting away her palpitations,
she began reading each letter, then another. 
As the words of love and admiration flowed out,  
she clutched her breast hoping her heart doesn't fall out. 

The voice in her mind grew louder  
torturing her for being a fool,  fool !  stupid !
The letters were from his best friend, 
or was it from a lover's hand? 
Was she deceived or their friendship more than that? 

Fool !  stupid ! blind fool !
She didn’t have the guts to confront him that day
allowing the whispering in her mind
to torment her days and nights
until she became a nervous wreck.    


After their second month wedding anniversary dinner,
she mustered the courage to confront him directly. 
       
Placing the letters neatly on their bed, she said softly,

"I was cleaning the drawer when I came across these.   
What is this all about? “

"Oh, that.." he grinned.   "Bob is like that; we write 
to each other like we are each other's muse to our writing.   
We exchange ideas, and this is his way of responding to my writing."    

She looked at his earnest face, and nodded her satisfaction.      
It’s fine. You misunderstood the situation.   

"I love you, only you."  He said gently. 

She embraced him, hushing back
the other voices dancing in her mind.  Lies..Lies !.   
He rained kisses on her face and breasts.  
Pushing her to bed, he made love to her fiercely 
and even roughly.  With sweat running down his muscled body, 
he exuded confidence and pride in his manhood.  
He made her forget the letters that night, and nights after that.   

The voices in her head had quieted down to an occasional whimper.
She tried hard not to let the seed of doubt bear fruit
specially when she sees him laughing at Bob's jokes
or just enjoying his best friend's company.  

"Best friend...male bonding." she repeatedly told herself.

For her peace of mind,  she burned the letters with his consent.

Besides, there was no real reason for her to worrry.    





Not yet.   
  

Author's Note:   This post is for Friday Romantic Challenge - Voices.  Write a story in less than 400 words with voices as the theme.  This story is based on a real life experience.

Missed out last week as I was writing challenges for the poetry communities.  Joining you this week ~

Food lover

She loves to eat.
Being rich, she chose and married 
handsome slim man.

She shared her wealth and love of food with him. 
He couldn’t say no.    
She made sure he was always well fed,
but kept him short lease.           

After 10 years and 90 extra pounds later,
he finally had enough, and divorced her. 

Author’s Note:    Flash Fiction Friday – Tell a story in 55 words.  G-Man, sharing this with you ~

This is a true story as the (former slim) man is my distant relative.  He almost had a heart seizure with all the rich food, and up to now, suffers from major health problems.  Morale of the story - serve healthy food, and keep your man.  Happy day  ~


picture credit:   cakesonholiday.tumblr 

Blue

Moping blue
the color
of her core
weary and sullen
as she looks  
around the shop 
windows aimless, 
lost in missteps.

A tug at her arm,
she wants to swat the pest 
but sad, despairing eyes
twitch her heart.    
Opening bag, she drops a few
coins to a mud splattered hand,
face lighting up face. 

Walking down subway stairs,
she helps a limping woman
down the cobbled maze, 
legs moving legs,
one step at a time. 

Riding the crowded train,
a harried young woman
begs help to
soothe a baby bundle
while caring for 
precocious toddler.
Arms helping arms,
one burden lighter. 

Onward home, loud
energetic voices litter   
the street; skipping rope,
playing catch ball and hoops.
laughter pealing laughter.
Opening her windows,
blues fly away. 

Author's Note:   This post is for D'Verse Poet Pubs, Meeting the Bar:  Critique and Craft hosted by Luke Prater.   He shared one important guideline: redundant phrasing. Words, phrases, lines, stanzas, even, that are unnecessary.  Every word in a poem must earn its place, every single one; no matter how poetic/ clever/ aesthetically pleasing it may be per se, if it is not adding anything to the piece overall, then it has to go. 


This is a light post that needs work -feel free to give your feedback.  Thanks for the visit.


Update:   This is the edited version based on the feedback received.  Thanks ~


Shared with Poets United # 61.