Today in the dVerse Tuesday Challenge at dVerse Poets’ Pub my friend Punam has introduced us to the life and work of the Punjabi poet Amrita Pritam, and has offered five of her lines (of which I chose the first, below) as epigrams for our own poems in response.
So, with a nod to Punam, and another to Amrita Pritam (the source of my inspiration for today’s love song) I offer you this:
after Amrita Pritam
When a man denies the power of women, he is denying his subconscious. Amrita Pritam
Undeniably you honoured my power
in a tilt of your chin and the tip
of your mercurial tongue
and then you told me
I entered your dreams, in ways that
blushed your inward parts,
amusing mine by your
discomfiture
but you stopped short
of responding to my beckon,
Beacon Buoy. Why
are you afraid? I
will not harm you,
am innocent 😇 after all
©Kathy Labrum McVittie 31 May 2022
THere is no reason for fear except for the acceptance to manhood.
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Aah, that is something upon which I am unqualified to comment, Bjorn! Thank you for doing so, and for your own poem…
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I love the clever wordplay, especially in the line “but you stopped short
of responding to my beckon,
Beacon Buoy.”
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Too many marriages last 50 years secondary to accommodation, and lost dreams. One or the other resists total transparency. Making us often wonder, do I really know my spouse?
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Oooh, I wish that your cri de coeur be heeded and healed, Glenn..
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I admire the come hither invitation but that is testament to the woman’s power over the man. No that innocent, I think. Thanks for joining in.
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[smirking] you get me, Grace! This one may run and run … in which direction? time will tell.
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‘my beckon,/Beacon Buoy.’ is a really cool twist of wordplay. Well done.
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This is so clever and well executed.
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I enjoyed the coquettish cat and mouse energy in your poem, Kathy 🙂
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I like the clever wordplay and the sort of tongue in cheek tone of the poem. I agree, not so innocent.
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