¿¡Everything Rhymes with Orange!?

¿¡Everything Rhymes with Orange!?

Flower petals withering
in the season of spring,
talking in whispers
to the orange-painted walls of a place
I have learnt to call home –
Everything rhymes with rain
and I love you
with a SIDEWAYS EIGHT.

Panting dogs
eye me at the corner of a street
and I eye you
as you pass me by –
your leather shoe soles
kissing the dust painted streets
where we once held hands in my dream
where a serpent got hold of me and
injected poison in my heart.
And now I rest my heart – size of a fist –
in the closed chambers,
the keys of which only you have the skills
to mould.
Everything rhymes with cobwebs,
and when you rejected me,
you left me with a little COLON, APOSTROPHE, OPEN PARENTHESES.

The owls only hoot
in the clock-ticking hours of the night
to remind me of a life
I have long wanted to live
while I paint myself with
self-consuming gloom.
Everything rhymes with TICK-TOCK,
and it’s not my fault that I decorated
you with a LESS THAN SIGN, SLASH, THREE.

A mirage of life
was dug up in my grave
so I buried my words
and decided to live
with a
DASH, UNDERSCORE, DASH.
Nothing rhymes with orange.

Inspired by ShadowPuppeteer’ ¿¡Everything Rhymes with Orange!?.

Art by Sharon Cummings.

Roaring Rhymes – Couplets For You

Roaring Rhymes – Couplets For You

The big, black clouds engulf the sky
where dusk-winged birds to home they fly,
the flutter of which does stir the air –
carries to me the scent of your hair.

Thus I approach the pattering drops
that drench the waiting, golden crops,
fill the air with an earth-like smell,
flushes my cheeks – oh, much too pale.

The doors are shut – no visitors to come,
to tease the rain, a flask of rum;
to wish that you were here with me too,
would drain the flask and paint me blue.

So while you wait and count your days
in your dainty and sparkling ways,
I count my nights too – lying awake,
and write to invite you for my wake.

 

Art: ‘Morning On The Seine In The Rain’ by Claude Monet

Poems for Summer: Part 2

You invited me today,
finally, to your home,
but I refused –
my legs are tired in your pursuit.

***

Under the fan, I sit
and see it spinning like
my mind spins
when you are near.

***

My clothes smell of you
after you pressed your warm body
against mine.

My laundry basket is empty.

***

While I wait for
the veggies to fry,
I write her a letter –
seventh one this week.

***

A month later
I remember
that I have forgotten you.

Poems for Summer: Part 1

I could talk of you
but my lips are sealed –
sore with your kisses.

***

Hold me in your arms,
let your fragrance linger
and watch me die from
the wounds of your rejection.

***

Kiss me on my naked body,
leave those bite marks
on which the flowers will bloom
when spring arrives.

***

You’ll remember me
after you see your name
on my gravestone, saying:
Your lover, for time and eternity.

***

My mind sings
in your remembrance –
the verses are your moans.

I Don’t Like to Keep You Waiting

Cold summer,
blow the winds from north blow warm,
rustle up a drying leaf or two,
let the embroidered curtains unwind –
my lover is in wait.

Cold summer,
let the flies buzz
and the birds chirp,
let the musicians tune their instruments –
my lover is in wait.

Cold summer,
let the spade fall
and dig up the dry soil-
two feet deep and seven feet long;
let me lie down and be gone –

my lover is in wait.

Haiku for Summer

It is the season of summer
my love, and you
are making me sweat.

*

Taking a bite into
the fruits of summer –
my body smells of you.

*

“Look here,” said she
turning away
from me.

*

In your arms,
the summer’s sun,
ceases to set.

*

Call me a bird,
for I nest in
the curls of your hair.

*

The ice melts
in the waves of your body;
I am thirsty.