I’d been wanting to write a poem with my own rules, after Amy McLeod from Soul Dipper once suggested. I’d also been wanting to write something about the ocean, a being I miss more and more each day. Here’s an “aabb aabb cdcd” poem with crazy alliteration I wrote this afternoon as Bela slept.
The pictures are Rosie’s (from Wondering Rose) contribution — a little tweaked (sorry Rosie).
I feel like a self-proclaimed shayar (poet of the Urdu couplet, sher), who’s often laughed at, and dreaded, for insisting on showcasing his latest, often forgettable, creation. But, what the heck.
Found a tiny shell in your fringes, dear ocean.
If I shook it much, would it offer a loving potion?
Would it send me a faraway dream fulfilled,
On which I could this castle rebuild?
Lose us in your depths, dear sea.
Won’t you gather us — me and me — in harmony?
Pick us up, bit by bit in your bellows,
And blow your secret to us until the heart mellows.
Make me merry, I say oh dear cupful,
Were I to my own mutinous mind forsake.
Great giant, gracious counsel, give us a pull.
Let us, me and me, to our own selves awake.