Mother's Woes and Subdued Revelation - Poems for Brenda's Week 31 Prompt 'Secrets'
Rinita is a creative writer, with focus on poetry. She delves into several forms including Haiku/Senryu, Sonnets, Free Verse, and Prose.
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About the Poems
Brenda Arledge's Week 31 prompt was 'secrets' and here is my response.
The first poem is about climate change and how it's not so much a secret anymore. But sadly, no one seems to care, from the authorities to the common people.
The second poem is about a long-term relationship or a marriage that failed because both of them carried secrets in their hearts. One day one of the two broke the bubble and revealed their secrets. But the relationship could not be saved because the other person chose to cling to their own secrets.
Dust
Mother's Woes
Inundated banks
Softened by a mother’s tears
Ice-cold at first
Biting, ravaging
And then revealing
The secrets that men wouldn’t hear
Incandescent leaves
Fresh from the night’s shower
Yet the glow
Is that of a burn
Withholding the secret
Of a star that forever gets warmer
Creamy, sheepish oyster
Glancing midway from its slumber
A tableful
Of knowledge
Slams the hammer
Its secrets drowning in murky water
A faded rainbow
Oh! Was there a red in the end?
Mixed sunset
Sour rains
And the violet
Loses the orange glow, another friend
A world was ours
A planet theirs
The secret was to live together
In harmony, in peace
Paying homage to our dear mother
But now
The secret has died
With our souls
And there’s naught but dust forever
Hidden Book of Secrets
Subdued Revelation
It came in the mail today
Your ‘goodbye’ letter
You emphasized
Rather petulantly
How life hasn’t been better
Your hand caressed each word
I could feel the pain
As you revealed
Your darkest secrets
About not being whole again
We were the ideal love
That’s what we thought
Until the day
The glass shattered
Naked lay our souls’ rot
Your secrets you couldn’t share
And I couldn’t mine
On we went
Pretending
Forever, like stars, we’d shine
Brand new covers
Couldn’t hide
The moth-eaten pages
Of the book
That we chose to abide
And now I have your letter
All your secrets laid bare
But the scattered pieces
Don’t blend
If only I could too, share!
© 2021 Rinita Sen
