Day Eleven
on APRIL 11, 2022
Well, it’s Monday again, darn it. But at least we have poetry! Choudhuri, who brings us an exclamatory take on unrequited love. ’s online journal is Tinderbox Poetry Journal. So far, Tinderbox has published more than forty issues, and all of its archives are available online. In their latest issue, I’ll point you to Grace Q. Song’s “HOW THE STORY GOES,” and Ayokunle Falomo’s “ETYMOLOGICON.”
Our featured participant for the day is . . . two featured participants because, once again, I just couldn’t choose. First, we have Whimsygizmo’s Blog, which brings us a love poem for that most poetic of celestial objects, the moon, and second, Snigdha Choudhuri, who brings us an exclamatory take on unrequited love.
Today’s online journal is Tinderbox Poetry Journal. So far, Tinderbox has published more than forty issues, and all of its archives are available online. In their latest issue, I’ll point you to Grace Q. Song’s “HOW THE STORY GOES,” and Ayokunle Falomo’s “ETYMOLOGICON.”
And now for our (optional) prompt. Following up on yesterday’s love poem, I have for you another deceptively simple challenge. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming. Happy writing!
Majestic, Mysterious, Wild, and Free Is Marina
(let’s protect her, for she is the air we breathe)
A heart so wild and yet so peaceable
with changeable hues of blue and ashen
at times turns balmy under lilacs warmth
and at others, shimmers and then glistens
reflecting a streak of silver golden
that hatchets the surface scythes it in two
offspring of mine, my vast aquatic babe,
from henceforth, I christen you Marina
A heart untamed yet imperturbable
to me, my dear, you are Mar-reen-awe
an imposing name that even falls short
to encompass the awe that grips my heart–
for something as majestically wild,
mysterious, poised, and unbound as you
in each drop, you bear the tears of heartbreak
with sensuality, finesse, and warmth
A heart so serene and yet volatile—
reproach the moon and weather conditions
(gasp! or is it the other way around?);
humankind approach to regard you: some
to empty their souls and learn to relent,
some to measure and weigh the strength of you
to comprehend your charged powers, your charms
or arrive to dream of dreams yet to be
and ask you to whisper them out yonder
A heart so big, complete, and unafraid,
that holds secrets and promises, many
never forgets; bequeaths remedies whole,
to calm the wild torrents of troubled souls
and sets spirits free to sail on renewed
I’ll take you just as you are, Marina
always, forever, Aquamarina.
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Thanks for reading my Day 11 offering.
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This is such a lovely read, Selma. 💖
Aww. Thanks, D 💕
You’re most welcome! 💝
What a beautiful ode to the expansive blue…. Such a lovely composition and perfect for the prompt Selma.. Bravo 💙
I’m sure glad you read it, dear Radhika. I appreciate the support.
I’m falling behind in reading. I’ll get to yours soon. XoXo
My pleasure. No worries Selma. Take your time!
Such a beautiful write, Selma!
beyond beautiful!
😍
David
Absolutely! ❤️
Aww, nice if you to say that. Thanks, David. Xoxo
I so appreciate your support. Thanks, sweetie. xoxo
My pleasure. 😍
This is lovely, Selma 💕🙂
I’m so glad you read this one too. Much gratitude. Xo
What a lovely poem that is alive with natural imagery and fresh perspective!
Jaya, your comments make me happy. Thanks for being a lovely reader. Xo
What a beautiful poem, you must have a gypsy soul to weave such wonder
You say nice things, Deb. 🙏 😘
Beautiful. 🙂 I love your Marina, Aquamarina. Marina was one of my mother’s best friends who died young. She was a riot. We all remember her fondly.
You know/knew a Marina. How lovely. A great name.
I’m so happy for your valuable support. Stay sweet. 💋
This has a wonderful rolling rhythm. I love the sea too, it definitely heals. (K)
The sea heals. Glad you felt the sway of the water in this one. Thanks for reading. I appreciate you.
I’m running behind. Will get to yours soon. Stay well, K. Blessings.
Lovely blue and a beautiful ode to it. What would the earth be without this elixir of life? in each drop, you bear the tears of heartbreak
with sensuality, finesse, and warmth…loved this!
Exactly. We probably wouldn’t survive a life without it.
Thanks for your lovely comment. XoXo
Amen to this, Selma! You know how much I love the sea 🌊❤️
I know. xoxo
A beautiful piece, Selma💛✨
Thanks, my sweet. 💜 🇺🇦
Such an uplifting read, Selma 🙂 Le sigh.