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 SUMMER
A Tapestry Poem by Raamesh Raghavan (India) and Shernaz Wadia (India)


Summer - Raamesh G. Raghavan                                                                   Summer - Shernaz Wadia
                                                                                                                             
This summer I made a bonfire of my loves.                                                 ferocious heat scorches villages
                                                                                                                                  the debris of funeral rites
Beneath the pregnant clouds and still air                                                   and cadavers adorn river beds;
Of the sweltering nights, as the breeze died,                                              parched throats vie with the aridity 
My remembrances of us together - yellow                                                  of cracked earth and barren fields
Like the oleander, thespesia and laburnum -                                             Ah! the murderous inclemency
I let them burn and lend themselves to the ash                                          fuelled by man's rapaciousness!
They scatter as the rising wind whistles, playing                                     Aircons buzz, fans whine in urban homes
Chinese whispers with the fresh-leaved trees;                                           and water runs wastefully from taps
The dust has a new smell: rain at last, rain at last!


Summer - Tapestry

This summer, as aircons buzz and fans
whine, the dust has a new smell: of 
cracked earth, barren fields and
cadavers in the still air of sweltering
nights; parched throats vie with the 
aridity of ferocious heat; the murderous

inclemency - fuelled by man's rapaciousness - 
even though water runs wastefully
from taps in urban homes!
My remebrance of us
together, scorched me; in the dying breeze.
I made a bonfire of my loves, I let them

burn with the yellow -leaved oleander,
thespesia and laburnum that adorn river
beds. They lend themselves to the ash like
debris of funeral rites. And scatter as the 
rising wind whistles, playing Chinese 
whispers: Rain at last! Ah, rain at last!

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                                                                       Cacophony

                                 A Tapestry Poem by Avril Meallem (Israel) and Kaila Shabat (Israel)  

Cacophony – Tapestry

 

Banished to hell in infancy,

my ears scream for silence

from floods of words, formulated

over years of angry articulations

and rowdy arguments.

 

Trapped in this world of

noise and relentless traffic,

fearful images blind me

to the beauty of life.


Unable to let go

of the safety of the familiar,

my brain cells chronicle the evil

and an intolerable cacophony

resounds in my closed soul.

 

Oh to find loving arms

to encompass me in the bosom

of nature’s paradise, and the peace

that blankets the earth....

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                                                                                               A Cloud

                                          A Tapestry Poem by Avril Meallem  (Israel) and Drora Matlofsky (Israel)

A Cloud - Avril

 

I  feel like a cloud

floating aimlessly

blown this way and that

at the whim

 of the prevailing wind

 

sometimes heavy and dark

laden with tears and full of anger

at other times light and fluffy

and full of fun

 

 

A Cloud - Drora

 

Out of the blue, a white cloud

Fluffy as a marshmallow

Plump as a pillow

Arrests my eyes

Becomes my world.

 

What shape will it take next?

Where is it drifting?

Oh, I just hope

It won't hide the sun.

 

A Cloud -Tapestry


Where am I drifting to

in this world of mine.?

 

Sometimes I feel like a cloud,

plump as a pillow,

floating aimlessly -

light and fluffy

like a marshmallow

and full of fun.

 

Then, out of the blue

I’m blown this way and that,

full of anger, heavy, dark

and laden with tears.

 

What shape will I take next?

I am at the whim

of the prevailing wind!

 

Oh, I just hope

the sun won't hide

from my eyes.

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                                                                The Wind Blows

                                          A Tapestry Poem by Avril Meallem (Israel) and Ezra Ben-Meir (Israel)

The Wind Blows - Avril


Softly as a gentle breeze

caressing our face

with barely a whisper of sound.

Wild and savage in the midst of a storm

howling around houses,

uprooting trees, whipping up waves;

an invisible, untamed force

so like the emotions

that well up inside of us.

 

 The Wind Blows - Ezra


Two trees shudder their arms bare

a solitary crow looks around until

unwilling to share its  shaking throne
a reluctant truce is called

with a stranger from a nearby branch.

 

Even as the wind strongly blows

a pale sun shines on them both

green speckles are born anew

introducing spring’s dance of renewal.

 

The Wind Blows - Tapestry


Two trees shudder, their arms bared

by a wild and howling wind.

A solitary crow looks around

as its feathers are ruffled by

this invisible, untamed force

that uproots trees

and shakes the throne

it is unwilling to share with

a stranger from a nearby branch.


Even as the storm continues,

emotions well up

until a reluctant truce is called.


Later a pale sun shines on them both.

Green speckles are born anew

and a soft, gentle breeze,

with barely a whisper of sound,

brings, once more,

spring’s dance of renewal.



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                                                                      MEMORIES          

                                                  A Tapestry Poem  Shernaz Wadia (India) and Nilouffer Rana (India)

Memories - Shernaz Wadia

 

Changed contours,

bespectacled faces 

grey hair and bald heads

tell-tale signs of age after

two score years and six

 

but how little they mattered

as we recalled those cherished years

The fun and frolic of childhood days

Sizzled and sweetened autumnal years

 

 

Memories - Nilouffer Rana

 

Eyelids  closed, indulging in the carefree delight

of childhood moments, I rewrite

the unforgettable yesteryears….

The smiles and tears, hopes and fears

 

Lost friends, found after long years, reliving childhood dreams

Turning today's moments into tomorrows memories

Each living a lifetime and now reminiscing, sharing caring

Past and present entwined

And these precious moments enshrined….  

 

Memories - Tapestry

 

Eyelids closed, indulging in carefree delight

I recall those cherished years

of the fun and frolic of childhood days

of smiles and tears, of hopes and fears

 

I rewrite the unforgettable yesteryears

Entwining past and present…

 

Two score years and six

bare the tell-tale signs of age ~

Changed contours

Bespectacled faces

Grey hair and bald heads

 

Each, having lived a lifetime,

Lost and found after long years

But how little that mattered

as we reminisced, sharing, caring

 

Turning today’s moments into tomorrow’s memories

we enshrine these precious minutes

to sizzle and sweeten our autumnal years…..

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                                                                      AT THE EDGE OF MAINE

                                     A Tapestry Poem by Zev Davis (Israel) & George Drury (USA)

 AT THE EDGE OF MAINE by Zev Davis


Rocks and trees don't know no flags
high up on the coast, with pines
that shed their hair upon the lines.
that people draw far away, the crags


laughs at the wind the coastal rain
takes the only turn at the green grocer’s
from one side to the other like stalks
a pleasant or at least a settled memory.
 
they move where they've always belonged.

                                                
 AT THE EDGE OF MAINE by George Drury


Then ice for a world of glass
Brittle limbs fingering over power lines pass
Rapid as sunset’s thronged
Silver-grey pink tree tops’ parfait
Take the only turn at the green grocer’s.
Winter’s here,  and everything else seems
A pleasant or at least a settled memory.
Watch your step. You’re your own Jackie Stewart
Driving into night’s big blue heart.

                                          


AT THE EDGE OF MAINE – Tapestry 

Rocks and trees know no flags.
Brittle limbs finger power lines
high up on the coast, where pines
throng the crags.


They move where they’ve always belonged,
laugh through a bone-chilling refrain
in this world of glass day
at one side and another like stalks
with silver-grey-pink tree tops’ parfait
vetting each coastal wind.


Rapid as sunset seen
winter’s here and everything else
seems drawn far away,
a pleasant or at least settled memory.


At the shuttered green grocer’s
take the only good turn,
be your own Jackie Stewart
and drive into night’s big blue heart.

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                                                    The Sleeping Mountain     

                              A Tapestry Poem by Avril Meallem (Israel) and Neal Whitman (USA)    

The Sleeping Mountain  by Avril

Caressed by the rays of the ascending sun

in gold, reds and yellows,

snow capped peaks

appear above the mist of dawn that

cloaks all else in mystery.

An ethereal picture, as if they were

detached from the world below.

Yet, with the warmth of the morning,

all will be revealed.

 

The Sleeping Mountain – by Neal

Below the wolf moon 

I lay awake cold

A loose boulder rolls down the hillside

There is a splash and then sleep.

At first light my dream leaves me wild

I wash my face and brush my hair

In the aspen grove I hear a lost anthem

A rose opens in the shadows

and the sleeping mountain rises

The Sleeping Mountain - Tapestry

I sleep, cloaked in mystery

and detached from the world.

At first light a loose boulder

rolls down the hillside.

There is a splash -

my dream leaves me wild.

 

I lie awake, cold

below the wolf moon.

Then, with the warmth of the morning,

I wash my face and brush my hair.

 

In the aspen grove I hear a lost anthem.

I watch the rays of the ascending sun

caress the snow-capped peaks

like an ethereal painting,

whilst, in the shadows

red and yellow roses open.

 

Then all is revealed 

as the mist of dawn rises,

above the sleeping mountain.

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It's All About Money, Honey
A Tapestry Poem by Padma and Paddy  (India) 
Money - by Padma
Let not money be life’s sole aim.
Let it not be the only claim to fame.
Money alone cannot earn you a good name...
Money is a necessity.
Money needed for security.
But money cannot be priority...

Money should not be an obsession.
It shouldn’t be an object of possession.
Money can’t be a reason for transgression...
 
Money – by Paddy
Oh, I love to have money around
'Cos it makes my world go round!
Money – oh, what a sweet sound!
When I have money,
I feel happy and sunny.
And go on missions funny...
No money, no fun.
Without money,  I can’t run
And a milligram seems like a ton!
Money – Tapestry
Let not money be life’s sole aim.
Let it not be the only claim to fame.
But oh, when money is around,
My world surely goes round!
Money is a necessity.
It is needed for security.
No money, no fun.
Without it, I can’t run...
Let money not be an obsession.
Let it not be an object of possession.
But when I have enough money,
I do feel happy and sunny!
Money alone doesn’t earn a good name.
Though not a priority, it's needed all the same.
Money – oh, but what a sweet sound!
It turns my milligrams into a pound.
Money cannot be a reason for transgressions..
But it does take me on  some fun-filled missions !

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                            FANTASY - A Tapestry Poem by Shernaz Wadia and Nilouffer Rana (India)

Fantasy  - by Shernaz

 

when moon dust brushes my lids

shimmery silver

the stillness aquiver

stars float down as glowing poems

 

dawn dips them in the palette

of the infant sun…now

each poem a vibrant butterfly

flits off to kiss a dew-speckled flower

 

I await another night of wool-gathering

 

 

Fantasy - by Nilouffer

 

Gliding on a sunbeam over a rainbow,

On top of the world leaving the clouds behind me,

Diving down to vales of lush green gardens..

Life’s filled with simple happiness and innocence

Sipping from flowing springs, perching on swaying daisies,

Flitting here & there, chirping to the world

Singing wordless melodies, pouring music in lovers souls,

My paradisical world the Earth and Sky…

But alas, the Sun’s rays awaken me to our nightmarish human world

 

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Fantasy - Tapestry

 

When moon dust

brushes my lids shimmery silver

Life’s filled with simple happiness and innocence

 

Sipping from flowing springs, perching on swaying daisies,

I see stars float down as glowing poems

diving down to vales of lush green gardens;

Singing wordless melodies, pouring music in lovers’ souls

Dawn dips them in the palette of the infant sun

 

On top of the world, leaving the clouds behind me

I glide on a sunbeam over a rainbow;

Now, each poem a vibrant butterfly

Flitting here & there, chirping to the world

darts off to kiss a dew-speckled flower;

The stillness pulsating in

My paradisiacal world of Earth and Sky…


But alas, awakened by the Sun's rays

to our nightmarish human world 

I await another night of wool-gathering

 



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