Daily Verse
Week 2, February 2024
Yellow Cushion
by Belinda Behne 12th February 2024
I revel in this sunlit room
a bright yellow cushion
fills me with joy
I can feel yellow
and taste it
Yellow wraps itself around me
a sensuous drape
that delights my soul
Winter blues melt away
Everything is Yellow now
Poet's Note: This poem was inspired by my mother who will be 95 in February.
Senryu
by Sangita Kalaricka 13th Feb 2024
cymbals ring in
her prayers
a planter with marigold
summer holidays
my grandma's eyes shinethrough her wrinkles
between the detergent
and the ironing tabletree bark collects moss
A spring poem in Winter
By Chayanika Saikia 14th February 2024
Flowers are gone,
rest is all mist and thorns.
A bud or two,
runs through the hushed branches
a green thrum
(some seeds need more time to burst
the paranoia of life, atop they would come).
Spring is a wish,
(of) dark things craving light.
Musings
by Jennifer Gurney 15th February 2024
solar lanterns
gradually come on
magic
relaxing in shade
on your bank as you rush on
downstream
full moon
framed in living room window
sliced in half by shade
The Last Bath
by Anna Maria 16th February 2024
Every bath I take late night,
just before I retire,
is an ablution that washes
the slime and grime
of the day passed by.
Every drop of water I wish
would cleanse me of all my
waywardness from eternity,
where I wish to be.
This bath, this water
doesn't cleanse me for eternity.
Then comes the thought,
this bath is just a daily routine,
of washing off tiredness
the ache of my bones
laid to rest for now
till next morn.
I comb my hair, and lie down,
my prayers all said,
I assure myself of the blood
He shed and eternity.
What if they find me dead in bed,
having not found me in kitchen
where I usually am ,
while others sleep
a bit more through ??
What if they find me dead ?
smile on my face ,
in peace as I lie,
hair drawn in place ,
ah! so still my breath !!
What if they found me dead ??
This bath then must be the last,
if indeed, they find me dead.!!
Biographies of Poets
Belinda grew up in the midwest, but she has spent most of her adult life in the vibrant culture of New York City. Her first career, as a teacher of special education, led her to the love of communication. She studied art, literature and theatre and has pursued her passions of acting, writing poetry and performing professional voice-overs for more than three decades. She currently enjoys living on the edge of a salt marsh, where life continues to inspire her in new ways.
Sangita Kalarickal is a wordsmith crafting poetry and fiction. Her work has been published in several e-magazines, journals, and anthologies. A physicist by education, Dr. Kalarickal utilizes her left brain at her day job in the field of technology. She writes because she must. Her latest book is Mamina, a collection of poems about motherhood.