Daily Verse
Week 1, August 2024
Cedars at Dusk
byBelinda Behne 5th Aug 2024
Evening descends
my eyes rest
in her thick moist cloak
A deep rich blue-violet mist
softens the edges
of the full leafed trees
and muffles the calls
of the summer birds
who usually chatter so loudly
at this time of day
discussing their nighttime plans
Silhouettes of the tall Cedars
across the road
resemble wise old Japanese men
wearing their Pagoda hats slightly askew
They nod to me
as they do each evening
We commune silently
as the mist thickens
and deepens to cobalt
I am alone now
but not alone
with my friends the Cedars
safely blanketed nearby
still full of untold mysteries
Pause & Reflect
by Rupa Anand 6th August 2024
sometimes the sadness leaves
sometimes we live it
kudzu flowers
fleeting autumn
through the open window
not enough light to light
his blind eyes
autumn morning
outrunning monkeys
on the pavement
a fallen poet
Reflections on August
By Sreelekha Chatterjee 7th August 2024
I am August, my ways not obdurate.
Like the flitting wind, I adopt change.
Before it rains, a warm May day or
after the rains, a cold November date—
for you to experience all in a month’s realm
is my earnest endeavor.
When it showers amid the shining sun,
you will know it’s August,
as the foxes’ wedding bells sway.
Rain and shine, heat and cold
are both sides of the same coin.
Impermanence of joy and sorrow
is narrated in this month’s tale.
Their fleeting customs astonish us all—
no school or religion can prove their worth,
no reviews and criticisms can nullify their presence,
no coterie can deny their significance.
Their attendance vivifies the barren hills of life,
their uniformity understood as the scud of mist.
I remind what is gone is still here,
what is here will soon be gone.
Haiku on Pause & Reflect
By Deborah Bennett 8th August 2024
casting our cares
into the little spring -
willow leaves
moon past full -
a spider weaves her web
beneath a stone
owl's cry
answering owl's cry -
summer night
A Time to Pause & Reflect
By Avantika Singh 9th August 2024
The heat and dust of summer
Sink gradually below the horizon.
Rain drops glimmer
On leaves from chariots driven by Poseidon.
The misty monsoon morning
Made brighter
By the white Frangipani blooming
Flowing in abundance like a river.
The spider’s webs glimmer
Like necklaces with tiny pearls
Against the greens, appearing clearer
With the rain drops that cling and curl.
Everything appears clearer
Like a cleaned mirror
Walking along Jasmine-lined pathways with spirits lighter
On the beauty of nature, I ponder.
A time to pause and reflect…
What do we need for our happiness?
A patch of green, a stroll in nature bedecked
That stirs our souls to dance… poetry perhaps.
How beautiful then is life in simplicity
Without the glitter of the glitterati
What or who you wear is such a triviality…
The heart can’t be weighed with such superficiality.
Journey deep into the universe’s immensity…
Into the inky, swirling, darkness of infinity,
And find, you are gold dust floating on sun beams in serenity…
the fount of humanity,
With capacity to do deeds of monumental courage and nobility.
Let your thoughts be a clarion call for humanity.
Be the radiance in the universe's infinity.
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