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my DNA analysis

3 Oct

My contribution to this week’s writing challenge is a poem.

My DNA Analysis

Who am I

or what am I

is the question.

To be who I am

or to be what I am

is the question, too.

A mother’s daughter

without much resemblance

but for a smile.

A father’s daughter

without much perseverance

but for an idea.

Pragmatic mom

Idealistic dad

In between, I remain

in a limbo, akimbo.

You look like your dad, they say

Aye, you sound like your mom

Listen to her, will you? say they.

Aargh! I say

Leave me alone, I say

Let me be me, I say

No hearsay, this is who I say

Or is it what I say.

Who am I? Why am I?

How am I?

When am I?

A little bit of him

and his shared bits of them

And the rest – of her

and her share of theirs

A little bit of something

some bits of nothing

And nothing much of everything.

I am nothing without them –

my parents

Or am I

Or am I nothing because

of them.

This is who I am.

what I am.

Love – Then and Now

10 Oct

Then and Now 

Remember that stormy night
the lightning and thunder then?
How the rain patted on your windows
And he wrote you a poem
Was he your soul-mate then?
Is he not now?

Remember his insecurity
the worrying and the fretting
How he wanted u to be only his
And you gave into him
Did u not see it then?
Do u now?

Remember the war you started
At his side and against the world
How you vowed to be together forever
And he stood alongside you
Was it love then?
Is it not now?

Alas! Atlas

26 Sep

Someone once told me NEVER TO ASSUME, because when we do… we make ass of ourselves. This is how.. Assume = ASS U ME.

Alas! Atlas

She is strong, thought I

She is strong, thought she

Two strong, too strong

Thought we.

I am weak, thought I

I am weak, thought she

The earth she was carrying

She lent it to me.

They are strong, thought they

One gave the earth

Other took the earth

Look how they share, said they.

She is strong, thought she

I am weak, thought I

I am weak, said she

Shocked. Stoked. Don’t lie, said I.

A Friend

19 Sep

Friends

You are –
Sugar in one hand
Lime in the other
Sweet/ sour
You are the lemonade.
You are –
Blister in one hand
Cure in the other
Pleasure/ pain
You are the band-aid.
You are –
Metal in one hand
Reggae in the other
Thrash/ trash
You are the ensemble.
You are –
Rolling stone in one hand
Mountain in the other
Moss/ mess
You are the rubble.
You are –
Uncertain in one hand
Sure like hell in the other
One way/ U-turn
You are the dead-end.
You are –
Devil in one hand
Divine in the other
Good/ evil
You are the friend.

the Longing

29 Aug

“…listen to me”

I can’t speak

“…but you promised”

I swallow the words.

I wish I had spoken then

Reminded you of the vow taken

But,

I held my breath

choked back my words,

strangled and suffocated.

I suffered,

the hurt and the pain.

I wanted out

But I stayed in,

Longing for the exit

I fizzled out, I perished.

[I actually wrote this for Rant Poetry Competition but……]

By the Sea, I see

21 Aug

By the Sea, I see

blue then.
the azure.
pink now.
the violet.
a shimmering ring,
bright, burning.
fades ever so lightly,
softly,
lingeringly.

dark,
black.
the gloom.

cold.
frigid.

a spot emerges,
aglow.
lambent lights,
a hope.
of the ship,
that sails
into aeon,
perhaps.

gray.
the silver
ivory
the day.

then blue,
then pink again.

A.M.Bradley

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