Wednesday, 6 November 2019
Rage - A Poem.
Agonising tremor
of unsaid Words
storm in
volcanic fumes
to devour my
soul.
My rage seethes,
in silence
reluctant to
erupt
to the surface.
Await the day
I unleash the chaos
& pent-up inferno
of my heart.
I'll turn us
to ash
& revel
in your
obliteration.
You ain't a Phoenix,
I am.
***
Image: Pinterest.
Metaphysical Poetry - A Tribute Poem.
How does one extol the magic
Images:
of the brilliant metaphysical one?
Of poetry, witty and classic
of Herbert, Marvell and Donne?
Conceits, cool and dramatic
in intellectual imagination;
A swerve from the romantic,
but wordplay of wild abandon;
Critique in parody, satiric
with logical arguments won
Questions profound and philosophic
where rhymes of reason do run.
Penned in meters metaphoric,
are poems of paradoxical pun;
Spiritual, religious or tragic,
but sensuality aimed to stun!
Woven in wild & witty fabric,
Wondrous threads of flair are spun.
Collars, pulleys, & windows thematic,
Wings & Altars in Carmen figuratum;
Angst, spiritual and platonic,
Inquests of poignant Redemption.
Sweetened pills and strife rhetoric,
Metonymies & conflicts of Affliction.
Vibrant rhyme, melody & music,
Resonate in GEORGE HERBERT’s bells of Aaron.
Carpe Diem motif in flawless logic,
Floods of hyperbole, in Biblical allusion.
Winged chariots of time, ironic
‘Grave’ worms assault in gentle persuasion
Amorous birds, in fervours frantic,
Prey his Coy mistress to sexual submission.
Nine octaves in tetrameter rhyme iambic,
Quiet, Innocence, love & trees in personification.
Ovid’s Metamorphoses, in cadence tonic,
Luscious fruits in feasts Bucchanalian;
Silver-winged soul, mind oceanic,
Delicious solitude of Adam in Eden.
Volta in pastoral paradises, symbolic
Sundials & fragrant zodiacs in the Garden.
Three-forked lightning of Cromwell heroic
Replete with similes and allusion
Keener eye in regicide of Charles – tragic;
Deepest scars, Carisbrooke and Hampton.
Caesar, Gaul and Hannibal, climacteric,
Parti-coloured Pict, deer Caledonian.
Heaven’s flame from yore, monarchy historic
Cromwell’s return from Ireland, an ode Horation.
Political ambiguity in a perfect panegyric
ANDREW MARVELL’S verses are tactfully done.
Sepulchral statues, & soul transplants, Exstatic
‘twixt waves of sensual seduction.
Purpled nails, in The Flea barbaric,
Sighs & serpents in Twickenham garden.
Imagery spiritual but carnal - paradoxic,
Tapers & tombs in The Canonization.
Spent sun & sunk sap in earth hydroptic,
Nocturnal quintessence, in dull privation.
Good Morrow to souls, hyperbolic,
Replete with anaphora and alliteration.
Batter of hearts & blood symbolic ,
Sublunary spheres & circling compasses - iconic
Sans mourning & tears in A Valediction.
Holy sonnets, penitent & didactic,
Dazzling brevity in elegies of reflection.
Carnal in tone, with openings dramatic,
He even chides the mighty Sunne!
Flawless flavour of verse, fantastic
A genius in the genre was JOHN DONNE.
The world revels, in Eliot's revival nostalgic,
Indebted to Dryden and Dr.Johnson.
How does one commend the marvellous magic
of the magnificent metaphysical one?
I pen a poem to literary greats, gigantic
in a heartfelt tribute to Marvell, Herbert & Donne.
- ©Chethana Ramesh
***
This poem is part of the MEG 1 - British Poetry assignment, that I submitted for the academic year 2018-19.
Please do not copy-paste or publish it elsewhere, without my permission and assent. Thank you.
Please do not copy-paste or publish it elsewhere, without my permission and assent. Thank you.
Images:
1. estudent-corner.com
2. delphiclassics.com
3. en.wikipedia.org
4. interestingliterature.com
Sunday, 3 November 2019
Thursday, 10 October 2019
Be Mine.
Be the lane
that shows me
the way.
Be the mist
where I lose
myself
everyday.
Be the cloudy
alcove
that shields my
woes.
Be the rain
showers
that drench me
with love.
Be the sunshine
that warms
the coldest
corners
of my heart.
Be mine.
Be you,
the best you
can be,
the only one
for me.
You - A Reflection.
I shall never
be like you
nor you like
me.
We are too
different
and yet similar
enough:
you complement
me.
You are never
here,
but you're
always
there for me.
Not as a
shadow,
but as a
presence
to rely on;
as a strength
to draw upon.
You're always there
when it truly
matters.
You are mine,
as an epitome
of flawed
perfection.
You are not
a dream come
true,
but a flawless
reflection
of my dreams.
Tuesday, 8 October 2019
Insomnia.
Weary eyes
desirous
of elusive
sleep;
Rogue heart
insists on
milking
the essence
of the night
wanting
the stars to
stay
& clouds to
pass
for the moon
to linger
until the first
dawn
turns nocturnal
milky glows
into pale
scarlet
for fleeting
solace
of innate
aches.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)








