Daily Verse
Week 2 June 2023
Requiem for a cat
By Rupa Anand, 9th June 2023
requiem for a cat
dead on the street, lifeless she lay
i saw her late evening, on a Monday
a striped tabby, beautiful and white
glinting fur in the night's lamp light
hit in all probability by a speeding car
its occupant unbothered to look too far
i didn’t know this beauty one bit
just couldn’t bear to call her an ‘it’
so gave her the gender feminine
in keeping with elegant looks so fine
were nearby gardens her little home?
now this dark street was her last tomb
did she frolic with friends, purr for fun?
laze and bask in the afternoon sun?
was she mother or father to any at all?
what did it matter, who cared to recall?
was she loved and would she be missed?
was she picked up and tenderly kissed?
my eyeballs swam in tears so hot
i longed to revive the cat thus lost
life snuffed out so cruel and fine
her fault, to cross at the wrong time
stepping over quickly, i got in to drive
to home and people who knew i’d arrive
wishing i’d held her and placed her to rest
not left her there so alone and undressed
how pompous our lives, so frail and so small
look at Nature’s creatures, so grand and so tall
Cherita
By Karen Pierce Gonzalez, 8th June 2023
late afternoon
summer sun
warms breezy clouds
westward cotton
lines
the sky bed of day
one handwritten love note
drunk with wine stains
dissolves
with the passing
of time –
a glass half-full
A Poem
By Anju Kishore, 7th June 2023
To rise from the ashes, blossom from its greys
pluck a petal from the sun's millions
and fire yourself with its blaze
Weep, be drunk with the defeat
Let flow, let be flushed the shattered chalice
And when the heart be aired and the eyes be mopped
decipher the designs drawn into the loss
for nothing here comes unplanned
Unaccounted for, none leaves the plot
Walk tall and dangerous
The world will watch you arrive
for you will have the sun in your eyes
Poems
By Mona Bedi 6th June 2023
all woman train
the comforting chatter
of family gossip
living alone
the intoxicating scent
of fresh linen
Sorting Out
By Pris Campbell 5th June 2023
It was either sailing
off into the open mouth
of the sea and its mystery
or stay put in a job I loved
where my boss thought
I was better than whipped cream
and three men were in love
with me, wanting me to leave
the very wrong man I chose
to be their juliet.
I went with the sea.
Who can resist a thriller
writ on the crest of a wave
or rides through black nights,
deck boɓbing beneath.
Who can resist wrong choices
when they lead you to unknown
harbors, ports teeming with long
faces hanging out near your boat
wishing it was them sailing
off from all they've known,
wanting the guts to throw
open their arms to a big yes.
Yes to taking the chance
that led me to blue skies
and storms, dolphins
in the chop, a technicolor dream
to look back on now that I'm old.
Biographies of Poets
Rupa Anand is a spiritual seeker and a published writer of experiences. Writing since 2008, her poems are an expression of images, thoughts, ideas, emotions and events that somehow get etched upon her mind and psyche. She says “There is magic in Nature. I hope my poems will connect readers with the beauty and calm of the natural world." Rupa has a BA (Hons) in English Literature from Lady Shri Ram College, University of Delhi. A cancer survivor, she lives in New Delhi with her husband, daughter and beloved cats.
