Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #4

Elaine Patricia Morris who writes at Watermelonseeds introduced me a couple of days ago to a form called ‘Naani’. This is a four line poem containing 20-25 syllables invented by an Indian poet, Dr. N. Gopi, who writes in the Telugu language. I did some hunting and found parts of an English translation of the book he wrote called Naneelu (The Little Ones).

So with a hat tip to Elaine and Celestine Nudanu, here’s my first shot at this new form!
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(1)

Nothing is random,
not even thoughts.
Last night I imagined we were talking,
now this.

(2)

Aren’t we little gods
with our little universes,
our secrets imploding
like stars within us.

(3)

The smell of new rain
on old parched earth,
stirring all that we
forgot to remember.

(4)

Everything we don’t know
fills the sky above,
I feel your fingers
tighten around mine.

(5)

It’s a race to the finish
between climate and war,
who will tell the girl
poised on the hopscotch square?