"semicircles" poems
***If I were a Rainbow
The children would run to me
Turning upside down, I would be an iridescent swing,
The children would mount my rainbow wing
Swaying high up in the starry skies ascending on the moon
The children do bunny jumps, counting stars till noon
Awestruck and desirous they pick a few
The colours pink purple orange magenta and blue
Swaying down to the flower garden
They would pick flowers from the boughs laden
Threading in a star and a flower into an ornamental garland
Adorned as neckpieces , running around ,making one happy land
If I were a Rainbow
I would dismember all the semicircles making one hula hoop
The children would gleefully twirl and sway into the enormous loop
If I were a Rainbow
I would become one big ramp
The children would joyously roller skate up and down
Lighting up the ramp
If I were a Rainbow
And all of these came true
I would turn upside down making one radiant smile across the sky
The children would happily smile back at me , waving me good bye***
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
a contradiction contracted in
lowest terms are
you.
[it’s metal edges]
your beauty is
of
a
garden
(suspended at mid-
clouds), to enter
and
to say
that in such a
variety of
flowers
there
can not
be
one that
attracts
you
to pick it
to dismantle it
and
to
neglect
the
rest.
[it’s plasticized segments]
you know how to
quickly imprint
yourself
on me
when
you laugh
at times
and
conversely
you weep
and
you are like
those skies
that shake me
to my core
when
they are
blinding
on one hand
and
violently bleak
on the other
so
clearly
fractured
they shake
me pierce
me
pierced
i am
by
you.
[it’s just thinned points]
imagine if
a chameleon
started
to
acquire
each
gradation
of
another
creature
in the form
already
similar
to
it:
where
could
he
ever
escape?
[it’s inconstant semicircles]
(i can not
delineate
you
it is like
sketching
a tidal
wave
nobody
can:
painters
invent them)
[and it’s shoved arches]
i’ll tell you
of
a
woman
her soul
shattered
and
subsequently
imprisoned
splinter by
splinter
in hail
stones
she
fell
and
she felt
herself
crashing
at the same
instant
millions
of times
however
she
never
went
insane.
[it’s torn curves]
(and I know well
how a continuity
interrupted
succeeds
to make
you
fumble
convulsively
but it’s not
enough
for me to
restrain
myself
don’t
ask
me
to)
[it’s petrified vertical axes]
what i see
is
a cross
section of
enclosure
handfuls with
disconcerting
efficiency
consisting
of prisms
and
you know how to decompose
yourself inside
an innocence
delimited
you proceed
by inconstancies
you lacerate
metabolizing
you struggle
silencing
and
i could
only
teach you
one thing:
gray is not
a faded
version
of
black.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
The words I spoke
Painted soft hues in semicircles
That formed veins in vain
All the life the colors formed caused was pain
And disdain for this thing called breath
I would gladly welcome death
In the form of the devil kissing necks
Sharpening a dagger in geometric patterns
Slicing through my brain matter with a splayed tongue
Implanting THC in my frontal lobe with infinite precision showing me visions of misread Scriptures read by passive preachers and pastors not knowing the meanings of verses read backwards that sound like incantations for Satan
Drop.
Drip into my glass
Cerulean liquid so vivid it defies description
Even with these prescription lenses I can't tell the difference between what's okay to write but not say so today
I think
I'll take an AK to Pre K to educate the young with Guns
JFK would smile
Knowing I'm the last gunslinger and expander of minds destined to be assassinated for saying it before my time
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
I have slipped out of consciousness
And into my mind
Thoughts teasing me in the worst way
Pirouetting perfect semicircles
Leaping just out of grasp
Past bittersweet few drops
The kind that make you young
When you taste them
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
I can't believe we're finally here
in a world all our own,
No one but that
nameless, powerless god
to endure our screams
of private pleasure and public pain.
the universe has no time for us
you and I, time simply moves
around us in a single file line.
Moving in semicircles,
hoping to land among the evergreens
ruthless salesmen pitch their price
of humanity, souls are
for sale.
can't say whether this is a bargain
or a ploy to make me
shameless.
I sat down for a while,
to stop and steel the roses
but the thorns tore at my fingers like
darkness tears away the sunlight, like
time wears away the make-up, like
the scars I bare across my heart.
so I left the roses.
I ran faster, thinking I was
closing in on you, drawing near to you
but the wind pushed back my sails
full of light, I realized
that I will never
reach that star,
cut that throat,
never burn the bridge
that leads back to where
soul meets body.
Bruises mock my pain,
they are my only decoration
they whisper to me words of
hope,
that i may not go on forever,
that in being human
I am perfect,
I am God.
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 12:26 PM UTC
Fear is only a swarm of butterflies
resting inside your lungs secretly,
fluttering, every time you breathe,
impeding the smooth passage of air
provoking fake illusions of fright.
Sooner than you,
your body becomes their much sought adventure
and when they take a flight down to your stomach,
set idioms come to life - " i feel butterfly in my stomach"
making you feeling anxious or anticipate nervously "what's next?"
Little did you know,
you could pull them back to your lungs
and push them out with your determined breathing
only to see a rainbow erupting from lips,
not falling back in semicircles , but
rising sharp till the horizon,
breaking myths of conventional fears
and germinating new ideas of observing life.
Just- take the charge.
-Pallavi Goswami
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
The heat from a breath
Formed a dysfunctional circle
On the glass parallel to my face
As I gasp at the drop off below me.
The empty space below my foot
Catches in my heart
The rapid beat shakes my rib cage
As I swing the appendage in semicircles.
Suddenly,
I
F
A
L
L.
- M.Y.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Within this semicircle
Lives brilliant sunshine
Lives insecurity
Lives love
Lives awe.
Within another half
Lives the distance of a silver moon
Lives security
Lives love
Lives nothing but love.
And within this circle
Lives you
Lives me
Lives love
It lives.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
All those Fairy Tales he tells you;
all these Lies you've taken as Truth.
All the Paths that Disenfranchised my hope,
Running in semicircles,
Tripping over other people’s tails.
And Fell.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC