can’t you see how earth prepares herself for that inevitable end?
I worry about you – what will you be when there’s no one left to measure time?
A cherita for earthweal, the place for poetry on the climate crisis. So many parts of the world are already reeling under the impact. Sherry talks of the atmospheric river systems lining up in Canada, while here in the south of India, the North-East monsoon season seems to have gone completely, devastatingly mad. Go to Earthweal.com to read/ learn/ contribute.
for jasmine, for marigolds, for roses — for funerals, for weddings, for worship —
at night, the unsold flowers become this city’s story of all that did not happen
***** Sharing this cherita from my book ‘Duplicity‘, published in Sep 2021. ‘Duplicity’ contains a mix of freeverse and micropoetry – cherita and modern haiku/senryu. Both print and kindle editions are available on Amazon. Also listed on Kobo. More information and links here. You can read another poem from the book here. Do grab a copy today and let me know what you think!
In August 2017, I had six poems published onThe Cherita. I couldn’t share the poems immediately because of the rules of the journal and then the display format. Later, ‘The Cherita’ released several anthologies, collecting all the poems published by them. I recently managed to get myself the kindle version of one of the books titled ‘Where the river bends‘ and can finally, have all my poems up on my blog. Cherita is a form, as you might know, created by Ai Li who is the editor of the online journal and the curator of the anthologies. (If you’ve already seen a few of them on my Instagram page, well, this is the backstory)
(1) the horizon thickens
the sea separates from the curdled sky
we rise like wet birds from the water into emptiness, into nothing
(This Cherita also appears in my book ‘Water to Water‘) (2) origami bird
I fold and refold our love
hoping one day it will fly (3) the after-rain
a moon trembles in every puddle
sleep leaves the window and slips into my empty bed (4) a door slammed
a dog barked softly once, twice
she woke up when she heard the wind tiptoe into the garden (5) afternoon quiet
the cat sleeps in sunshine squares
the light and I argue about shadows and god (6) the sound of temple bells
February has been a writing experiment. If you’ve been following this blog, you’ll know I’ve been trying my hand at flash fiction (500-1000 words). So, if you are part of blog groups that share flash fiction or if you write some yourself or have anything to do with flash fiction at all, do give me a shout. I’d love to read your work and link mine as well.
Meanwhile, a cherita (which is also a storytelling form):