Daily Verse
Week 4,July 2023
Child-Woman
By Snigdha Agrawal, 28th July 2023,
Amongst the sea of
faces, she was not
hard to find with that
thousand-watt smile
like a bright neon light
waiting at the arrival gate
holding a bouquet of roses
That smile
would have recognized
notwithstanding
elapsed time
That little wild child
once held my hand
chose to break free
grew filigreed wings
turned into a poised
confident woman
albeit still the child
peeking from within
heart burst with pride
Poems
By Karen Pierce Gonzales, 27th July 2023
Paper Sea
I float on my back across tissue currents,
legs drawn in; hands wrapped around bony knees.
Beneath onion-skin sky, corrugated waves
carry me towards a forest recall:
flat brown-green kelp
reaching for sunlight through cutouts of surf.
Where Horizons bend
rounded smooth
we skip
seven times
like stones
across
the last strait
to skim
the other side.
Haiku
By Ram Chandran, 25th July 2023
unmindful
of coins in the box,
the possessed busker's sax
spring rain-
the scent of night jasmine
pervades my dream
Being Feminine
By Debarati Sen, 26the July 2023
Every time I try to break the barriers
my role as a woman is being persistently questioned.
My benevolence as a female who is the epitome of benign kindness is in jeopardy.
My existence as a human being is growing in precarity
being overshadowed by my existence as a woman.
"Women aren't supposed to shout", they said
they gave me a cold stare every time I raised an eyebrow and my voice
they did not find me 'feminine' enough.
They said I did not duplicate Goddess Lakshmi in my posture and actions
I questioned why Lakshmi? I could be Kali and still bear equanimity!
They snapped at me again for trying to defy the norms.
For not paying heed to their exigencies
they said this might be my worst deluge of mistakes
not being coy enough
not nodding to their patriarchal rants.
Trying to break free from the shackles of a dismembered identity.
If being vociferous meant being less of a woman, I am better that way!
looking for something more tangible than being 'feminine'.
Atlas in Atlas
By Jan Wiezorek
Hold celestial
heavens on your
naked shoulders, or,
as Mercator would
have it, the globe
on your fleshy bones.
Muscle the bonds
of heaven while we
pull your curtain
of moonrise & dodge
the comets. Bookmark
the stars w/ music
of the spheres, orality,
& traces of touch—
before the surf
tickles your toes.