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Forsythia Blooms by Neetu Malik

February 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as flowers, forsythia blooms, loss, Neetu

Forsythia Blooms


 We meet here again
 but I am alone
 
 shielded by forsythia
 behind memories
 forged and forgotten
 in fields that have
 seen snow and rain
 
 lain desolate 
 before seasons change
 and drifting winds carry
 sounds of birdsong
 to end winter's silence.
 
 We meet again but
 I am alone
 
 with golden bells that
 chime your presence
 as they rise from the earth
 warm once more.
  
  
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Yearning by Neetu

September 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu, tears


 Yearning
  
 I glisten in tears 
 like an April dawn,
  
 covered in dew
 like blades of grass,
  
 whispering notes
 like softly falling raindrops,
  
 I call your name 
 like one who is lost –
  
 listen achingly for the sound
 of your answering call.
  
 © Neetu Malik

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The Gardener by Neetu Malik

July 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as gardener, Neetu, nurturing, poems, poetry

 
The Gardener
 
  You water me  
 that I may grow 
 lush and luxurious
  
 you prune me 
 when my branches stray
 too far out or too high
  
 you mulch me when
 you think I may
 wilt or die
  
 you nurture me as if
 I’m too frail to stand
 on my own
  
 as if without you
 I may fail to thrive
  
 in truth, maybe it is you
 who needs me,
 to survive.
  
 © Neetu Malik

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Silence by Neetu

March 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu, Poet's Day

Silence

between you and me
and the crashing
of the sea

no sound is heard
but that of seagulls
circling in the sky

drop by drop

silence trickles

lengthening each

moment

before it runs dry

© Neetu Malik

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Star Magnolia by Neetu

February 26, 2019 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Neetu, Spring, star magnolia

I awoke
to a sprouting of spring—
will you pin it in my hair?

I wonder
as the starry white blossoms
flutter in the cool morning breeze

I know
that they will blush
to the touch of warm sunny days
still to come

They are
a promise of tomorrow
as it rises from winter’s long sleep.

© Neetu Malik