Boomerang Poems

David introduced me to Boomerang poems, a description can be found on his blog, and I was tempted to try my hand at it. Here are my two attempts:

It’s May and still I require a jacket
The morning sun blinds me as I head east
Into the din, the clamor, and racket
Into the ravenous belly of the beast
Each day patterned on the one before
Each new experience a matter of habit
Then the cold rains drench me to the core
It’s May and still I require a jacket

And another slightly vain attempt, inspired by the comments this photograph received:

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Had I known they liked convertibles
I wouldn’t have wasted my youth in sedans
Would have hit the roads highly visible
Would have built a legion of fans
They’d flatter me with a lingering glance
They’d think I was approachable
Life would have never lacked romance
Had I known they liked convertibles

3 Comments

  1. What a spectacular picture! And the poem in tandem says it all!:)

  2. You're on a roll Pragya!Delighted to see these(& I'd be happy to see moreif the impulse persists).cheers,d.i.

  3. I had a look at your work and I like what I read.


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