the storm slithers in
poised so cool preparing to strike
like a dangerous snake
approaching its prey
until it erupts with chaos
the billowing anger
forging a destructive path
beware and protect yourself
for danger is all around now
your luck may have run out
Autumn
Season of fall
Few fallen leaves cling to us…
We carry the memories.
Lockdown during pandemic
Lockdown…
Hospital full of Corona patients
Empty local train.
Re-opening post 2nd wave
Post lockdown….
Swimming towards morning walkers
Fishes at the lake.
Twilight hues
Vibrant twilight hues…
The sky resplendent in pink
Conch shells herald dusk
Riding through country roads
Swathe of green and blue
Hues bordering the road…
Traveller’s delight.
Onset of Monsoon
Onset of monsoon…
Parched earth scans the horizon
Sweat oozes from pores.
Onset of monsoon…
Blotch of black at horizon
Dance of the peacock.
Onset of monsoon…
Dark clouds come floating with breeze
Fingers type a poem.
Onset of monsoon…
Hanging raindrops swing with breeze
Shades of grey all day.
~~~
Goutam is passionate about poetry and writes whenever something or someone touches his heart. His poetry finds space in a number of anthologies, including The Sound of Brilliance. Hues of Life (Notion Press) is another collection of his poetic works. Living in Kolkata, India, he can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com Goutam was first featured in The Short of It on October 23, 2020.
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Facades
Wearing your best vest
Is not necessarily a truthful test
A facade for a restless chest
Again
Summer’s golden plains
And stormy rains
Erase winter stains
After Twilight
Starry, starry nights
Shine on, shine on bright
Please stay, please stay within sight
Earthquake
I feel the earth quake
Fracturing tears off my soul
Tremors from my heart
Hail
Hailstones, hard as nails
Falling frozen razor blades
Storm’s icy sharp balls
~~~
Ivor Steven was an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies and online magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc. (Australia), he is a team member/barista with the online magazine Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and a writer with the Coffee House Writers magazine (America). You can read more of his work on his blog – Ivor.Plumber/Poet. This is Ivor’s first feature on The Short of It.
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rounding the bend
towards home
with windows down
to let moist heat
in the winds
tousle and whip my hair
towards my face
one hand on the wheel
the other
out the window
all five digits wriggling
in the invisible pressure
drumming to the beat
of the swirling music
pressures of the day
ease off my forehead
and slide away
from my body
the setting sun
inspires a smile
my essence at ease
tetchy beginning
water droplets echoing
setting tone today
stores announce the fall
starting to get spookier
turning on the heat
white stuff is coming again
we’ll be layering clothes soon
nature
will bring its wrath
winds whipping the shoreline
the waves surging onto the beach
sand churned under again and again
the storm finally eases some
a rainbow appears now
aftermath of
nature
cooking hot brown warmth
patiently stirring comfort
layers, and a book
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Spring
Everything new, a fresh start!
Summer
Things are heating up! Moi Caliente!
Autumn
I’m seeing some changes!
Winter
How incredibly dead everything is!
You thought I meant the change of seasons.
My bad.
I was referring to the cycle of relationships.
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