Poetry to Micropoetry

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Poetry to Micropoetry

“my veins are still

flooded with light

to purify the blood

to pump the words

to flow in a rhythm

to dance with the functioning

of my body

so that the content

should fall in place

giving life to the verses

of my spine.”

 

O! my Micro poetry

you have the essence

of the contemporary

society.

But the ink is fighting

to decide the genre

in a decade 

as the literary world 

denies your existence 

in the world of expression

thinking it’s too micro 

to rejuvenate the rhythm

of the pages of life.

 

Nevertheless, every form of art 

is idiosyncratic in its own

why to collate each other

why not to lionise and fete 

your arrival as the bride 

of the handsome groom

on the red carpet!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Micro

Micro


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O! I met thee, my Poetry!!

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My dim eyes

in a dim room

thinking about

the dim recollection of past

O! I met thee, my Poetry

in an unexpected way

when my dim ideas

were running

to catch a train

of dimmed words

in a haphazard manner

I found a corner seat

in a dim silence

when I penned

my first dim collection

O! I met thee, my Poetry

in the rising day

when my dim paper

became a reflection

of musing.

 

O! I met thee, my Poetry!!

 

Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Dim

Dim


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