At dawn she stood in front of the door,
steaming cup inside of her hands,
she noticed a star in the eastern sky.
It was dancing brightly towards the earth,
or so it almost seemed to her.
“Venus” she thought.
For a while she remained, the star in her gaze.
The air still carried the chill of the night,
with the hint of a promise of a new day bright.
But her brain spun stories
of planets erased.
“Nonsense”, she mumbled.
She moved her limbs, collected her thoughts,
returned inside to continue her chores.
When her life got a blow
later that day, it took her only
This post was written for Sakshis’ Blog, which you can find here. She is (in her own words) “An Electrical Engineer by profession, A poet at heart, A drama queen in real life” and has many brilliant ideas. One such idea was to write a poem for each letter of the alphabet. She invited others to choose a letter and to contribute a guest poem on her blog. This is my contribution. I choose the letter Q. This post is also an opportunity to introduce one of my other passions in life: To make collages of all sorts of material, for example cardboard or things I find in thrift stores or flea markets:
Quench your Qualms
and Quibble not;
Quit to Quaver
and ignore the Quandary.
Start your Query
and Quest for truth …
then life will follow to the Quick
Do not be Quaint
nor be Quadruped;
and ponder your Quotes.
Find that Quality
in Queerest Quarters…
then you will get that Quid pro Quo
Embrace the Quirky
and do not Quip;
search for Quiet
and use your Quickness.
Quiz all Quantity
and Quite each thing…
then Queendom surely is to come…