A Mercurial Swing

I watch it blow up

Into smithereens…

The air pregnant

With awkward syllables

From words that exploded

When forced into a rhyme

Without a good reason,

The only justification

For their plight

Being the sudden shift

In the weather outside

That had dressed up a bit

To impress a few hearts

That notice such things,

And maybe the day

Called for it, too,

For only once in a while

You get consumed

By an overwhelming urge

To celebrate those

Who leave lasting imprints

On multitude of souls

With one indelible verse

After another, and only once

In a while (not quite) you end up

Miserably failing at that!


Happy World Poetry Day! ❤

Featured image from Pexels


16 thoughts on “A Mercurial Swing

Add yours

  1. Aaysid, our posts connected today!! I had no idea it was world poetry day but found myself writing about what it means to be a writer yesterday, and in reading your words I figured out why :). This is gorgeous and miraculous in every way. We are lucky to have such an amazing poet like yourself in this community 🤍🤗

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Wow! I am speechless! This means a lot to me coming from you. You are too kind. Thank you so much. I am inspired by your poetic prowess that celebrates your oneness with nature.❤️😍

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: