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 Sep 2019 Elle H
Lily
pink moments
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Lily
Roses grace the sky in a bouquet,
And a few fall down to me.
The last fleeting rays of yellow sunlight
Shoot up into the sky like fireworks,
Illuminating the beach for a brief moment.
A cool breeze whips across the shore,
And the sands drift in my face,
The sands that tell the stories of all
Who have watched these pink moments before.
The ocean whispers to me,
Its enticing scent pulling me in,
Saying, “the world is not so bad,
Watch this beautiful sunset.
Everything will be alright.”
The last rose petal falls,
And the clock reads 8:12 pm.
The taste of salt lingers on my tongue
As I turn and head for home.
The sunset says,
“Come back tomorrow!”
The inspiration for this poem was from this essay on NPR's website called "Pink Moments". Here is the link for the essay if you would like to read it (https://thisibelieve.org/essay/11439/); it's a gorgeous work that I did not attempt to copy but that inspired me to tell my own "pink moment" story.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Nat Lipstadt
~for Sreetama Chatterjee, granddaughter of Pradip Chatterjee~

A first time grandfather observes,
“that one path ends, a new one begins”

A philosophy, an observation shared,
one that I am, in multiplicity acquainted

Sources inform me that Sreetama is
of Sanskrit origin, the meaning is
“gift of god”

how wonderful are the mysterious coincidences in this world!

For my Hebrew name,
Netanel, given to me at my birth, the meaning is
“gift of god”

Sources inform me that name of Sreetama has given you
the desire for creative, artistic or musical expression
in an original way.

I can pretend to be surprised, but who would I fool?

you, granddaughter of my friend, an esteemed poet,
Pradip Chatterjee,
who delights in you,
you, an exquisite of the small
you, so powerful already,
that he has shelved his writing,
(temporarily I suspect)
to tend to your upbringing

You, so powerful already,
you, will break his will, command his attention,
demanding, bringing out his issuance of a thousand poems,
all revealing and reveling in your mastery,
over him!

You, so powerful already,
in secret concert, listening secretly,
already composing silently, smilingly,
awaiting the arrival of your fine,
very fine, motor skills,
to grasp, to own!
his writing utensils, empowered,
with the strength of a child insistent

You, feeling the energy of wisdom within those instruments,
sparking a commencement and a continuation of
the generational gift residing in your senses

I await those artistic creature creations
most impatiently...

—————————————————————————————
“the charming patience is the wait time tween your visions of
the excellence of the common, the exquisites of the small,
the delights of loss and pain translated into mercurial milestones,
poems.”

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3299027/pradip-im-a-charming-man-with-a-fragile-patience/

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छोटी की उत्तमता
[ *~ बालिका श्रीतमा चटर्जी के लिए कविता ~
]

प्रथम बार दादा ने महसूस किया,
"एक पथ पड़ाव तक पहुंचता है, एक नया प्रारम्भ होता है"

एक दर्शन, एक अवलोकन साझा करता हूँ
जिससे मैं भली भांति परिचित हूँ| कई गुना

स्त्रोत बताते हैं कि शब्द 'श्रीतमा' संस्कृत मूल का है,
जिसका अर्थ है - "ईश्वर का आशीर्वाद";

दुनिया में होने वाले रहस्यमय संयोग, कितने अद्भुत हैं!
मेरे हिब्रू भाषा के नाम - 'नेटानेल'

जिसे मेरे जन्म के समय, मुझे दिया गया
उसका भी अर्थ यही है - " ईश्वर का आशीर्वाद"

मुझे, सूत्र बताते हैं कि 'श्रीतमा' नाम ने तुम्हे
रचनात्मक, कलात्मक या संगीतमय -

अभिव्यक्ति की इच्छा दी है
बिलकुल नैसर्गिक और मूल तरीके से।

मैं आश्चर्यचकित होने का नाटक कर सकता हूं,
लेकिन आखिर मैं किसे मूर्ख बनाऊंगा?

तुम, मेरे दोस्त, एक सम्मानित कवि,
प्रदीप चटर्जी की पोती हो

जो तुम्हे देख कर प्रसन्न होता है
तुम, छोटी हो, श्रेष्ठ हो, उत्तम हो

तुम पहले से ही इतनी खुशनसीब हो कि,
उसने अपने लेखन को रोक कर दिया,
(अस्थायी रूप से, ऐसा मेरा मानना है)

केवल और केवल
तुम्हारी अच्छी परवरिश के लिए

तुम पहले से ही इतनी शक्तिशाली हो,
तुम उसकी इच्छाशक्ति को मोड़ सकोगी

उसके ध्यान को अपनी ओर खींचकर
अपनी महारत से उसके भीतर

हिलोरें मार रही हज़ारों कविताओं को
रहस्योद्घाटित होने का अवसर दे सकोगी

तुम पहले से ही इतनी शक्तिशाली हो,
तुम चुपके से धीरे धीरे सुन रही हो

तदात्म्य स्थापित कर रही हो
चुपचाप रच रही हो, गढ़ रही हो

इंतज़ार कर रही हो, समय आने का
अपनी मांसपेशियों पर नियंत्रण होने का

जिससे तुम लेखनी को पकड़ सको
सुदृढ़ता के साथ नियंत्रित कर सको

कुशलता से उसका उपयोग कर सको
एक बच्चे की ताकत और जिद के साथ|


तुम उन उपकरणों में निहित शक्ति महसूस कर रही हो,
जो शुरुआत से ही निरंतर तुम्हारे भीतर,

स्फुलिंग उत्पन्न कर, तुम्हारी इन्द्रियों के भीतर मौजूद
पीढ़ीगत उपहार को जारी रखते हैं

मुझे तुम्हारी उन कलात्मक, जीवंत कृतियों का,
इंतजार है, अधीरता के साथ, हाँ, पूरी अधीरता के साथ|


Many thanks to Shiv Pratap  Pal for his translation, advice and exquisite attention to the smallest detail.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Olivia A Keaton
it amazes me every day
that some of the most beautiful things
can cause the most devastating destruction.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Salmabanu Hatim
Together,
Forever,
You and me,
The river and the sea,
I flow into you.
You and me,one,
The moon and the sun,
Light, I take from you.
You and me,
The flower and the bee,
Together we make honey,
To make life sweet as can be.
16/9/2019
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Proctor Ehrling
The incumbent village idiot would be alarmed by my efforts, as he'd most likely perceive them as ones attempting to dethrone him.
Came up with this a while back. Still don't know what to do with it.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
B D Caissie
On this day I've nothing to give thee, save one but my heart I offer it freely.

Trapped in the cold of winter's asylum, your love warms my heart as to springeth to blossom.  

Your kisses like snowflakes fall gently on my skin, melting in a pool for our emotions to swim.

You've the midday sun forever upon thee, casting a light that lovingly guides me.

The key to my heart is wrapped in your love, soaring above in the form of a dove.

So forever together we walk hand in hand, even unto death to the promised land.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
poetryaccident
A journey does not stand alone
by a step or many miles
seeking goals with a twist
surprising those who quest an end

the mileage counted is a sham
for its worth in measurement
against the signs that infer
commonality between two men

the main path becomes a sham
as excursions are the rule
searching past the trampled path
still a journey of consequence

those small jaunt fulfill a need
to explore beyond the norm
at sunset the road will wait
with the journey to celebrate.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190913.
The poem “Road Will Wait” was inspired by thoughts about a journey never truly ending as unexpected paths are revealed.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
poetryaccident
The forever yesterday is no more
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams

those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit

dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down

leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190914.
The poem “Forever Yesterday” is based on thoughts of the dynamic between the permanence of the present moment and the haunting ghosts of the past.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Traveler
LIVE AGAIN
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Traveler
It wouldn't matter
If I were me
Or somebody else
I'm self assured
In a different host
  I'd still be myself...

The same beliefs
Caught in stasis
Different experiences
Lame in different places
Hell, think of all
  The different faces...

From nowhere
To somewhere
The light grows bright
We all have it in us
To stand and fight
Don't back down
Never give in
Don't make me
Have to live again!
Traveler Tim
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