Introspection

[sundarramchand]

As I write this poem,.
I look at it
As if through a microscope

The quasi-crystalline tiling
Of the rhyme-less blank verse
Realizes a deep semantic rhythm

Like a serpent uncoiling
Like a courtesan “flexing” her assets ;
Flash of thigh;
Meaning unfolding organically

The beauty of a formula
The tragedy of unrequited love
The pathos of pity and
The delicate indulgence of self-pity

The wonder of a sunrise
The vague sense of déjà vu
Tender memories
Filled with nameless joys and dreads

The smell of morning coffee
The challenge of getting through the newspaper (and attempting the crossword)
The aroma of a well cooked Onion stew
With roasted and Fried potato
A quiet afternoon nap

Evening walk
Coffee at the café
Chat with friends
A Long island at the Sports bar
Delightful murmuring
Flow of conversations
In the rooms
Where the light is just right
And hence perfect
Staying late
Talk with the bouncer
Who happens to be female

Snuggle up in bed together cosily
Crackling fireplace
Watching the latest tender romance

Wake up in the morning
Wondering
What the heck happened to the poem ?

Suddenly I am pulled back into bed
By a pair of strong arms and legs

I guess life happened to the poem !!
Guess you know what I am talking about, right !!

Have a good day !!

[deryk]

If there's anything I detest more than poems about poetry, it's honesty. On a serious note, I think I recognize what you're doing with the order of your subjects here that has a nice warbling effect, almost like a butterfly. Despite some intentionally throwaway lines, this poem has quite a nice pulse. Kudos aplenty.

[sundarramchand]

Thanks

[MorpheusSandman]

I think you lose it a bit at the end with words that too directly state what you've already been suggesting, but other than that it was quite involving. Perhaps you overused the repetitive "listing" of daily events ("the X, the Y, the Z" etc.), but it does deftly convey how quickly time happens and passes while we're making plans. It's not unusual for it to take me months upon months to finish a piece simply because life gets busy and I lose inspiration or hit a brick wall.