Dark-eyed,
from across the Hooghly she beckons to me
Mysterious night
across the river beckons to me
The old chamber softly lit
beckons to me
A sweetly solemn thought, sun and wind and beat of sea
beckon to me
“I am your woman,” she says
and beckons to me
– Iself (© 2010)
Written for napowrimo #26, get scrappy.
Note
As I was quite sure that I did not have any scribbled or unfinished poem in my wallet or in a notebook, I went to a random poetry generator for inspiration, picking a poem from the “poetry in motion” category. The above romantic/folkloric poem, which is more or less in the form of a ghazal, is the result.
I’m not posting the original generated poem because it has ingredients I did not care for and did not use.
The Hooghly river is a distributary of the Ganges in West Bengal, India, and flows by Kolkata.
7 comments:
Everything looks better across water
Very lovely. Love the idea of the thought beckoning to you. Beautiful imagery.
Now, I had never even heard of a "random poetry generator." I guess I'll have to check out your link to it.
Lovely and image filled poem.
Pamela
combines many favorites: dream-like qualities, attraction, water. Like it!
I just love this poem, and wanted more.
ViV
ahhh, to receive a beckon. It appeals to my (sometimes far too romantic) nature...
Read my Day 26 poem here:
the sound so sweet the river's tide calling.... nightflight no 5
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