Carpe diem for a cousin
(carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero: Horace)
A fascinating time for bonding,
rivers are meeting one single end;
the pallid autumnal flowers have
encroached the landscape. Your little cousin
is swelling with love, seeking the girl.
Advise him, carpe diem! Then watch
two storks taking an imprecise flight.
Rivers are meeting one single end;
from a boat one can follow two storks
and grasp any belief while sharing
a tall gossip with the fishermen
over a lunch of sad happiness.
A bi-polar cloud has rained sweet drops
when you have advised it, carpe diem.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
In answer to Barbara Horter
Get a life! I said to my questions.
Then they did. And then they did.
They coil, hiss, threaten, ask to search
why I do live. Yes, why I do live.
I cannot throttle them with aimless
fingers molding a vague lump of clay.
Get a life! I said to my questions.
Then they did. And then they did.
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This was a great morning-time read my Indian bard.
Carpe Diem, Consanguinei; for you and yours always!
And still, a good read with the morning dew. The sun is rising through my autumn window and I can hear the songs of a couple late-departing birds, perhaps I will go to the window and recite your words aloud so the little flighters will know which yard they want to return to after the snows.
Carpe Diem! Indeed.
Powerful writing - that you did.
provide a quick turn and new direction.
The impatience of youth is tempered by
the truth it holds for the old and is accepted
as a gift with the lift of the challenge
CARPE DIEM
Question no more but LIVE!
I reflect your bow with a courtsie dear Prince!
"Knock heart to its knees"
Barbara said with a sigh
Carpe Diem indeed
and the day is nigh
Yay!The day is nigh, yet gray but I
am here to say, I
will not take heed of the sadness of the shades
of gray that play across the day.
Instead I lift my heart in salute to you
who have speared the clouds and allowed
the sun streak through!
I watch as fingers of light
flood my path with sunshine
and bid me come out to play.
That is good enough for a post of your own
Sieze the Light!
Sieze The Day!
I have found (and in delight may I say) that the poetry playground is not for the faint of heart.
If I am feeling old, I hear a scold, not a scald, but a scold that says to me: "For you we care, but do not dare to waste the time of poets in their prime! We go on and you should too! But in having things to share, we cannot wait for you! Carpe Diem!"
And I do, and now Allen I share with you too!
And so you should.
The secnd is intruiging~
Nice paring Mr. Poddar
Poem 2: We could use some of that philosophy here in the US. I hate living with uncertainty.
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
Interesting twists.
I like your take on it, a literal call to action rather than a put down.
Ahh... such sweet direction, seize the day.
Have you seen "Dead Poets Society," Poddar?
Seize the day - get a life, uncertainty has stopped many of us from doing just that, as has fear. I like the twists in these poems.
Featured in Poets, New and Old.
with much thanks, because it's there,
Mar~
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
to tell you in short
They are, of course, lovingly correct.
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