Do you see me – Free verse

When you look at me, what do you see?

Dark circles, thin hair, crow’s feet

So many years, I spent searching endlessly

Time slipped through my fingers so quickly

 

When you look at me, what do you see

Are my eyes sad and full of longing?

It’s true, many days, my body controls me

My bones are tired, my mind is weary

 

When you look at me, here’s what you don’t see:

My heart beats red, flushing my pale cheeks

Innocence brims at my lashes, filling me completely

I dream of an eternal love I’m not scared to wait for

Yet I’m done chasing, I trust what God has in store

Ambition lights my spirit, my wish to succeed

The strength and ability to stand on my own feet

 

When you look at me, what do you see?

Don’t see what I am, see what I can be.

 

Dear Readers (if there are any of you still there),

It has been a very long hiatus from this blog for me, but it is my sincere wish to kick start it and get back to poetry. I miss this space so much and crave to write when inspiration strikes and more importantly, even when it doesn’t.

There have been so many changes in my life in this past year. I’ve always been guarded on this blog, but my poems have always been from an open heart and will continue to be so.

Thank you for reading.

Until next time.

Promise it won’t be next year 🙂

Canvas – Ottava Rima style!

 

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Hello dear readers,

I was reading up again about various styles of poetry, and happened to come across the Ottava Rima. Sounds fancy, doesn’t it? 🙂 It is an Italian form of poetry, that was used by poets in 1300s to praise heroism,. and later, mock-heroism.

When written in English, the Ottava Rima has an 8-line stanza, with alternately rhyming lines and one double rhyme (abababcc). One of the features of the Ottava Rima is that each line should have a fixed syllable count of eleven. Definitely a challenge! 

Happy reading, guys.. here is my first ever Ottava Rima !

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Tingle my tired feet with sweet sensation

Sand nestled between my toes, so warm tonight

My neck adorns crystals of perspiration

The sea glows with an ethereal white light

Ravish my hair with rebellious abandon

Salt sprayed on my cheek; nature’s loving play-fight

Marvel the beauty of this canvas God paints

The Earth is perfection nobody can taint.

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Dear readers,

Have you ever heard of the Ottava Rima style before? What did you think of it? There’s nothing a poet loves more than genuine feedback and critique… hope you will humour me! 🙂