In the perfection
Lies the imperfection
Perfect to you
Imperfect to me
Our imperfections
In our perfections.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Category: Prose Poetry
Daily Prompt: Panoply
Picked up a timeworn book at a sale;
Shredding binds, dry rose, remains of silverfish –
Ephemeral but, quintessential panoply.
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Daily Prompt: Echo
His words echoed,
“Trust yourself,”
When in doubt; but
Words rearranged,
“Doubt in when.”
Inane or obtuse?
Yet I heard voices,
Unheard before; and
Words rearranged,
I heard my echo.
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On That Day
I didn’t wish to be there
On that day.
But somehow I am here
As of today.
The clouds told the sea;
The wind told the palms.
But the carpet grass rejoiced,
As the shadow stayed poised.
Have I known you, ever?
Every day, newer?
Roots shallow or deep, I gather
We live in today, together.
Said the greens to the woods
As air, water and light witnessed.
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