4. Loving you in Hues

That day on the beach,

under the blue sky, we lay on the soft, warm sand,

little sand critters moving beneath our blanket,

but not minding because the azure expanse of the sky left us breathless.

The shapes of the pale silver clouds shifted every so often that one moment it was a space ship and the next it was a big blue whale!

I held your hand tightly in mine, and even though you knew I was nervous (I was sweating buckets), you didn’t mind.

That day on the beach, your dress was that perfect shade of baby blue and turquoise that it matched the ocean.

I got you that hair tie that you wear all the time now. I honestly want to buy you more but I secretly adore the fact that you use it so often.

It was a dark navy but now it’s been used so much that it had faded to a dull steel blue. It doesn’t match your hair anymore. And you don’t care.

You still braid it prettily, with dark blue and black and brown strands of hair intertwining so perfectly that it hurts.

That day on the beach, you never let go of my hand.

From that day onwards, I never let go of yours.

A little cheesy and so totally not the general theme I was going for but I’m quite okay with it. It wasn’t the spectacular poem that I thought i wanted to write, but oh, well.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroniand Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.

 

 

 

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#Januaryfalls18 27. Tangerine

Sweet sweet tangerine

acidity on your tongue

orange on my tongue.

A little haiku because it never fails to get me back in the zone. Also, this poem was inspired by this K-drama that I watched, Splash Splash Love. Totally love it!

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 24. Point and Shoot

My phone vibrates. A new text message.

I open it and see it’s from her.

My lips are involuntarily pulled to the sides as I press to download the new picture.

She’s in the Rome, in front of the Colosseum

Smiling her bright toothy smile,

dimples just below the corners of her mouth.

“Looks beautiful!” I reply.

“Me, or the Colosseum?”

“You pick.”

“<3”

“I wish I was with you” I don’t hit send.

Instead, I look down at my mechanized chair

and sigh.

I don’t know what I was trying to write, but I’m glad I got this out.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram

#Januaryfalls18 19. Cemetery snowdrops

Icicles hang from the branches

sharp as arrows; just as deadly.

I wrap my arms around myself for the warmth,

but it’s no use when one has died

on the inside, along with their loved ones.

The only thing left to do is to wait

to wait for their time to join them

in the cold, damp ground.

Ehhh. Not so great.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 16. Eunoia

“Hey, so you know what ‘eunioa’ means?”

“It is the shortest word where all vowels are present,”

I wrinkle my nose. “Okay, but what does it mean? It has to have a meaning, right?”

You think for a minute.

I love the fact that you didn’t say, “Google it yourself; why are you asking me?”

Then you smile.

“Eunoia means… a beautiful mind. A well thinking mind, such as yours.”

I blinked.

Me?

“You are the most learned person here, you know,” I poke your hips, which makes you grin in a way that gives me goosebumps.

“I said ‘beautiful mind’. If I fall sick, you know exactly what to do, without losing your head. You give me medicine, and food that i can eat and company. But when you fall sick…”

“Go on,” I whisper.

“I lose it. I wouldn’t know what to do. I feel helpless. You are strong and your mind” you knuckles rap the ride of my head slightly; lovingly. “is fit and works well and just

plain

beautiful.”

Well, I love you for saying that.

Ehh a little cheesy but doesn’t matter! I put it up!

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

 

#Januaryfalls18 13. Garnet and gunsmoke

Glaring sun forces a bead of sweat down my neck.

Giving up is not an option.

Garnishing prettily the food I don’t like is one way to win me over. But not this.

Gun fight is not what I asked for.

Garnet stoned jewelry is bad luck for me.

Gone are those days when

gold can get you women.

Golden-hearted men, on the other hand, is who women

give themselves to, past, present and future.

Another experiment. I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 11. Liquor and Lies

“Hey, come here,”

you call me as soon as you notice me walking in.

I walk towards you,

noticing a half empty bottle

of red wine and you holding a glass.

I take a long sip from yours, and sit down

next to you.

You pull me by the collar

close to your face, our breaths mingled

“I’ll forget that I did this tomorrow, so”

And you kiss me.

Clumsy and with passion.

I hold you up, push you against the couch,

and kiss you back.

Next morning, we go back

to our lives.

Even though we don’t want to forget

that this ever happened.

Hm, this is okay-ish. I’m not very happy but it will have to do.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.