Poem: Whispers from a Distance
Another Sunday treat of tag poetry between the Prolific Priya Patel and yours humbly, truly me.
Priya lives in Big Springs, Texas. I live in Chennai, India. We are 12 hours apart, exactly on opposite sides of this blue planet. This long-distance separation is a frequent topic of our poems. I present one such series.
Priya started with a small jab about how we relate by whispering verses.
Poem: Whisper of my words
I remember you
the early moments
and late nights
trying to put together
two and two
in the dimming lights
of my bedroom
I remember your shy smile
and eager eyes
hesitant fingers
writing poetry in the skies
inspired by the stars
I wanted to impress you
with the whisper of my words
~ ©️ Priya 🕉
I acknowledged her prompt, responding with the loudness of our whisper, despite our distance. If not for this distance, we might miss our poetry.
Poem: Whispers from a Distance
Would be the thoughts
The same if we were together
For we are whispering
From a distance
Yet we hear them loud
As if we were close
Holding our hands
Eyes closed
And listening…
And waiting…
First the silence
Then your voice
Like the sweetness
Of that cool breezing
Teasing my senses
Touching my soul
Would be the thoughts
The same if we were apart
Holding you in my memories
You the Flower, I the Vase,
Not quiet the same
If we were together
But we still decorate
Our lives with these memories
Watered by our sighs.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
The questions of ‘if we were together’ or ‘if we were apart’ was the subject of Priya’s response to mine.
Poem: If we were…
If we were together
our words would scatter
like dandelions in the breeze
We would be kids again
reading the clouds
running in fields
of our dandelion seeds
If we were apart
I would hold your words
in the speckles of my eyes
so the world could read
the poetry you whispered
in the soft of my sighs
We would be like kids again
reaching for the stars
dreaming of our scattered
dandelion seeds
~ ©️ Priya 🕉
We would be like kids again… touched a nerve in me. I responded to those words with another poem.
Poem: Just Being Kids
The idea of being kids
Magnifies the innocence
And more symbiotic
Like butterflies and blossoms
Like the breeze and the waving corn
My heart is filled with the glee
To think of us holding hands
And running free
Wind beneath our wings
Sky at our feet
Where magic is usual
Just being for each other
And just being kids
Is my dream for us.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
The whispers turned aloud in our hearts, as we melted in each other's poetry, turning on innocence as our ultimate bliss.
Hope you liked this exchange of poetry between Priya and me.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
