napowrimo- 18- april 2020- lady blue

The windshield bore witness on their behalf
While the speeding  wheels  scrambled over the hills
Laden with flower gardens on the  right and patches of  beautiful crops on the left.
It welcomed the spring that began its journey
From city side to the scenic locale of this little town
Away from the hustle of the traffic
To the tapered sky-flakes that almost hugged the earth
 
The windshield saw them through the skimmed mire
To  the massy blocks  of brawny  sands
The sun that broke into their hesitance and awkwardness
To the savage wind that nipped at their cheeks
He sat them down several times
To break the ice and resurrect the forgotten bloom
But , like the sweep change in temperatures,
They preferred to cling towards the opposite ends
 
Late evening , they had reached the arch of a new haven
A journey worth being pleased
A winged butterfly was the first to approach them
sitting on the bonnet with absolute ease.
She was Lady Blue, fluttering her wings
Watching  them with immaculate admiration.
The windshield grabbed this opportunity
To zoom in more focus to get a clear view of the beauty.
 
Under  the crescent of the sun began to set
Lady Blue greeted  them with  her golden lined wings
As they stepped out to her  courtyard
There was neither a rainbow nor any dewdrops to gasp
But the windshield heard the slight flutter of a heart.
 
This spring had dawned during a hazy dusk,
In those beseeching eyes which searched each other for unsaid words
The seed of forlorn love which finally  shed its cover
And there bloomed a butterfly yearning for his nectar.
As they kissed to a new beginning, something fluttered
Amidst the radiant smiles and enriched souls
Two  hearts and two witnesses
Lady blue sweetly resting on her bosom
While the windshield proudly captured this memory!
 

The prompt is to write a poem about the blue butterfly based on Robert Frost to celebrate Blue butterfly day and include at least 5 elements/objects /words from Frost’s poem ( spring, mire, flurry, flower, wheels, wind, sky-flakes, wing ).

Copyright©2020-4th May by Elvira Lobo (All rights reserved; unauthorized use prohibited)

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napowrimo- 8-april 2020- octave of love- based on Richard silken bots

octave of love
Staying away from you
Was a gory nightmare
But finding you by my side
Was a dream come true
You saved my life, he says, I owe you everything
Let us make love to fill our souls
The joy of this beautiful unity
We didn’t care about time,
All we cared was the moments
Then the nights tangled in heat
Bearing our bodies with no decree
And the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces
High on the octave of love
Our passion turned more insane
It became difficult to decipher whether
you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire
Just when I cajole him to take a break
He laughs  and pulls me close
tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again
Probably he is on a octave again!

Written on a unique concept this time.The prompt challenge is to write a poem using few Twitter bots. I enjoyed reading most of them but the one that really impressed me were by 'Richard Silken bot'.So, here it is my composition using Richard's bot highlighted for your reference- Happy Reading !

P.S: hope Richard reads this poem one day :)
Copyright©2020-13th April by Elvira Lobo (All rights reserved; unauthorized use prohibited) 
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Opposites Attract

 I know you dont belong to me, nor do I
we are like the moon and sun who are just part of this glorious universe
yet there is a chemistry that is stronger than an equinox
the turbulence in our soul cannot even fathom the clouds
this love is so deep and wounded, complex like an eclipse
that with the elegy of rains, everything will be flooded,but unable to contain

Love stains

Standing under the shower,
bare to the mirror and barely to myself;
I scrub the stains off my skin,
the stains of your unrequited love
that has borne one with my flesh.
It has mingled  with water and bears sympathy
as it gets with it but fails to wash it off.
 I have tried this many  times,
the warm water just seems to blaze
the lifeless stains and cold one just lets it sleep away again.

Tempered kisses

The young kiss tempered my soul
a aromatic  amalgamation of doves emblazoned in love
what a fruitful drizzle of warm breath
that began to finger right from the nape to my lips
and when thy lips met mine
there was a volcanic  eruption which tongue- tied the two
the passion grew manifold as the lips felt every cell
dunked in rum profusing the seducing high octaves of our souls.