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Yes, I agree with you Billy.
it is information with few titbits of fear surging while attempting to perform during those prescribed hours.

Thanks, Bob.

Governed by by auspicious time Rahukalam , Yemakandam Kuligai,Horai, followed by yogams Amirtha yogam, Siddhayogam , Maranayogam . Not to leave off the new moon day, Amavasai ,, full moon day, Paurnami ,, Ashtami , the eight day after new moon or Full moon, Navami , the ninth after the two moon days...

Good poem, Bob. Not one of your best.

it is gorgeous, as Bob says, from first to last.

How can I compete with Yeats? Bob.
I did my best. I did work hard.
The imagery part goes missing.
Another exercise!

It is an attempt, Bob. Learning to do something different.
Is it strained and artificial?

Hard to go around doing chores day in and day out performing the same old in small or large dose turns killing. Sighing and heaving I go abou.t phone calls, guests dropping in between. I carry on, no doubt' with exhaustions interfering. It so happens this morn a trouble brews up all too sudden accus...

Revised with Michael's suggestion in mind and after reading Yeats " Second Coming"

Thanks, Michael.

Your workshopping lends an impetus to the poem.
I will revise accordingly.

I am familiar with Yeats but have not read the poem.
I will read and try to improve mine.

Revision 1 Weathermen come up dry when asked why it rains this time of the year when the monsoon goes rear. The past year full of scare leaves the astrologers to glare at their prediction chart a miscalculation in short. Pulling their sleeves up gallantly their claim of indicating nonchalantly about...

Vey good choices, Michael.
Thanks for excluding my poem which Bob has nominated,
I know it is a poem but not one to represent the board.
Thanks Bob for your consistent encouragement.

The dogs howl past midnight, barks go up in decibels, reach the heights terrible it sounds as fear looms I pull the quilt over while gloom shrouds me driving me to ends the hounds continue the trend. My quilt lends me the warmth needed in spite of it the body shivers unheeded. The noise progresses w...

Billy,
I like the way you draw the analogy.
It is well crafted.

Thanks, Bob for nominating my poem,
You are constantly pushing me to do better.
If Michael feels it is worthy, I will accept.

Trees with huge branches stay dumb like big stone walls, leaves do not flutter nor rustle with a whiz, tweets of birds cannot be heard. Could this be a premonition? I wonder. Anything hazardous is on the anvil, I deliberate. Nothing at all it is hallucination haunting, I reconcile. Lost in thoughts ...

I always like your poems, Ken.

I am trying to focus on imagery as you have suggested many times,

Ken,
Pleasant comment too!

Billy,
Could be, but we say so In India, if I am not mistaken.

I am fascinated by long hair one of my friends had, I do not know if she still has a very long hair, thick gleaming reached up to the knees, My short, soft, wavy hair looked so poorly beside hers. My mom plaited them when I was a kid. I tie my hair little above the neck held by a small black hair ba...

I miss the imagery part, Bob.
I have to pay attention.

Name Meena email meenas17@gmail.com It is my original unpublished poem, I am not representing any other board. Navaratri Revision The dolls come down from the attic the young ones jump all over, the adults descend in style while the older stagger. They look colourful Krishna shimmers in blue while L...

One son on the hills angered, the other one on the lap, complacent Shiva and Umayal retire to their abode, very much that of in every home. Having spent the days like the mortals. watching events, going out in their case in procession, dancing with passion being an entertainment, enjoying conjugalit...

Thanks for the nomination.
I accept.