Seema Jayaraman

Gold Star - 14,440 Points (24 Aug / Mumbai)

Late Night Song - Poem by Seema Jayaraman

It starts at sharp ten
just as I am adrift
to weave my dreams
the chickaree rhythm

pair of jangling anklets
Out on clandestine errand
beyond the shadowed arbor
of a gently fragrant garden

they sound like rather heavy
silver links intricately
woven into design masterfully
worn on pair of delicate feet

First few weeks I blamed
the poor little creekers
infesting my garden,
I must tender sincere apology

I had my ears plastered
to every move and sway
of the clanging tunes made
by the secret crusaders

So I lay and wondered
half asleep half perplexed
was it a bird calling its mate
or squirrel stealing nuts

Finally I concluded, it definitely
Was an anklet'ed lady visitor
another being, not human
dancing with her mate humming a Ballard
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 4Nov2015 All Rights Reserved

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Late Night Song by Seema Jayaraman

  • (11/5/2015 1:07:00 AM)

    a little imagination makes life more interesting
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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (11/4/2015 1:43:00 PM)

    Rhythmic sounds - even classical music may feel like disturbance to the ear when heard first time. The trained ear will appreciate a variety of sounds. The compassionate ear may interpret a deeper meaning to every sound. The orchestra of ht birds on trees is inimitable indeed. Beautifully presented in the poem. (Report) Reply

    Seema Jayaraman (11/4/2015 6:38:00 PM)

    Thank you Tirupathiji, its amazing the wide pallete nature provides layer over layer if one pays attention and then imagination takes over.

  • Kelly Kurt (11/4/2015 1:02:00 PM)

    A lovely poem, Seema. The phrase is, Ten sharp (Report) Reply

    Seema Jayaraman (11/4/2015 6:41:00 PM)

    Thank you Kelly, several nights I wondered on the perfect jangling sound this creature makes a bigger sound than crickets till i conclufed it was other worldly beings making them.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015

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