26.4.10

From across the river

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:

Dan Rako said...

Everything looks better across water

Robin said...

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.

flaubert said...

Lovely and image filled poem.
Pamela

J. D. Mackenzie said...

combines many favorites: dream-like qualities, attraction, water. Like it!

viv said...

I just love this poem, and wanted more.
ViV

Julie Jordan Scott said...

ahhh, to receive a beckon. It appeals to my (sometimes far too romantic) nature...

Read my Day 26 poem here:

one more believer said...

the sound so sweet the river's tide calling.... nightflight no 5