GIGI MEJRI
Sounds
My poems are my own echo
Each poem is a special sound
Some speak, others shriek
Some whistle, others bristle
Some cough, others laugh
Some nag, others brag
Some jerk, others lurk
Some walk, others stalk
My poems are my own sounds
Some moan out of pain
Others beat the drum when danger is to come
Some dance and sing
Others breathe fast when cornered in the
life ring
Some sigh when I feel low
Others cry when I detect relief saying
"NO"
My poems are my proper mirror
Some run to be part of the race
Others walk at their own pace
Some beep, others creep
Some crawl, others rise and fall
Some clap, others flap
Some fly, others- wings clipped- down they
stay
My poems are my own onomatopoeia
Various sounds gathered in my "SOUNDS"
here
Muse Of Poetry
I sat musing on the surrounding
And the muse of poetry winked at me
Insight embracing sweetness! what a duo!
Musical notes, a soft sound breathing
Submissive words rush towards me
And I start weaving a colourful rosary
Each bead hugging its mate solemnly
Piercing the poet's inner creativity!
Lace and embroidery paint each line
Forming stanzas, an art so fine
A precious necklace, a gift called solace
To roaming lovers yearning for a haven
Where colours and styles blend
A balm for hearts and minds
A message wondering worldwide
Whirling with the muse of poetry
Spring
When spring comes in
Doors of euphoria are wide open
Nature changes in look and mood
Land puts a new dress
Roses, flowers and emerald grass
Buds sprout turning their heads timidly
Swaying with breeze exchanging greeting
When spring comes in
Butterflies join the festival
To celebrate the colourful season arrival
Trees no more bare, new leaves they wear
Glad with nest hosting
For the mating period is in full swing
Sun beams send warmth joyfully
And more rhythm is added gracefully
To make hearts and souls dance in harmony
It's the Big Bang when Spring comes in
Time for joy and mirth
Time for renewal and rebirth
GIGI MEJRI
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