Midnight Dreams

Roar abates.
My sea is serene like sleep.
They often gather here and
disappear before the dawn.

My dad’s smile like a crescent
gleams again through our
coconut palms – his words
have lost its voice, yet its
cooling effect is still there.

My grandma gives me my
favorite fruit, calling me
‘Baby’ sweetly, and walks
back along the shore.

Whenever I had cried over
my dry dish - a thousand times
during my boyhood - she
managed to give me a banana
somehow. Now I feel the real
taste of her voice and banana.

Midnight is sometimes blue.
A cat eyed girl creeps like
a snake on the shore.

All die, but all die never.

This poem was published and republished in three magazines namely 'Anima', UK,
'Of Nepalese Clay' by Society of Nepali Writers in English, and 'The Literary Hatchet'
by Pear Tree Press, USA.

97th Weekly Poetry Contest

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This poem languishes in

This poem languishes in sentiment, drags the reader to reminiscence about the icons of family and what it means to look back. Though I know you would probably be reluctant to edit the poem, since it's been published before, I'd offer that the line, "...his words / have lost its voice,..." be changed a little, to "...his words / have lost their voice,..." simply because of the plurality. That small detail aside, you have written a nice poem here. It's interesting to me, being American and far from any banana trees, to witness the importance of the banana as seen through the speaker. To me, it really added verisimilitude and unspoken meanings to this poem. Thank you for sharing.

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Thank you glennlyvers for a

Thank you glennlyvers for a beautiful appreciation of my poem, 'Midnight Dreams'. With regard to the use 'its' instead of 'their', let me explain. I used it deliberately. Fortunately my editors also understood that. I felt 'its' more artistic (to maintain the final rhythm in words like 'words'...'its'...'voice'...) than 'their'.It's a fact that grammatical freedom is permitted in poetry as we see in poems of our great poets like Robert Frost. For instance, Robert Frost wrote, 'She don't mind...' instead of 'She doesn't mind...' in the poem, 'A Girl's Garden". Besides, I have seen the same usage of 'its' in some other literary works also. Have a lovely day, glennlyvers!

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