This was written as an exercise to see if I could use metaphors to describe poetically the emotion of anticipation.
Anticipation is a coiled spring,
taut elastic to the touch.
It is sunshine, energy for the soul,
heat to the mind.
Anticipation waits to jump,
an athlete at the blocks,
a racehorse ready to charge,
straining and stretching the imagination.
Anticipation does not like waiting.
It is an eager child,
ready for realisation,
full of daydreams.
Anticipation is a game of chance
with unloaded dice
in the casino that is life.
Anticipation gambles on the future.
The following poem is written in the form of a GHAZAL, which consists of five to fifteen couplets, usually on the subject of love, loss, praise etc. Traditionally, the first two lines rhyme, and the final word of each couplet are a repeat of the last word of the first couplet. Each line is in the same metre, and no enjambement should exist between the couplets.
A cottage full of oaken beams.
Look and behold, here come the dreams.
We gaze and think, how much is this,
A house of stone, subject of dreams?
For city folk, escape’s the aim,
A cherished hope; fulfil our dreams.
But is it truth, this wish to run
Away from smoke, satisfy dreams.
We are in love , the plan is set,
We make our move, realise dreams.
Acrylic on mdf board, 12×16″
An hour ago, enticed by the sound
of Mahler on a red-hot day,
the man drew in the sand
a goodbye to the sea
and walked the path
to where the music came loud
in the still of the lazy afternoon.
A thought came, on the air of the chorus,
that he must always be
where voices bless his being.
stamp on sodden leaves
the bare trees cast slight shadow
I walk under grey.