Ponder Away – Conclusion

We have reached the end of our first online open-mic. It has been even better than I imagined! A big thank you to all the incredible artists who participated!

But don’t be sad, because there is much more to come! Next month we have Love Starts With You, a series on receiving love first for ourselves before we give to others. The submissions are open until February 1st, 2020, so go check it out to participate: Love Starts With You

Mia Savant – Ponder Away

Melancholy Lullaby

Lyrics:

At times I want to hide

In the shadows of my mind

I know it there

I know my breath

I know the air

Sometimes I want to cry

Cuz the only thing that I can rely

on is pain

Maybe that makes me a little insane

I spin in circles

I spin in circles

As I search for the answers to life

And I cry myself to sleep because I

Never get it right

I guess I’ll just hope

For sweet dreams

Tonight.

At times I want to give up

When the going gets too rough

I want to close my eyes

And stick to pillow talk

And lullabies

Sometimes I want to scream

But I don’t cuz no one is hearing me

Like a nightmare that you can’t touch

You know it’s not there

But it hurts so much

I spin in circles

I spin in circles

As I search for the answers to life

And I cry myself to sleep because I

Never get it right

I guess I’ll just hope

For sweet dreams

Tonight

Dreams where nothing’s required to be

Dreams where it’s enough to be me

Dreams With no mistakes

Dreams where I feel I’ve got what it takes

At times I want to fight

Against the world

Against the night

I want to do my best

I guess I need a little rest


Artist:

Mia Savant

Kushal Poddar – Ponder Away

Australia, 2019-2020

When winter went into ember
wherein you lived your sleep?

I had a flaming kangaroo hopped between
my eyes, and I had none

until my aunt called me to tell the news.
The cold sat on our porch.

The beer bottles left for recycling spacies
refilled themselves with undyed.

Aunt turned up the news. The wildfire
crackled in the newsreader’s throat –

world just dipped south. Kaput.
I opened my sight to the life leaving lives.

Where were you? Did you see
winter fluffing the orange and red?

Our porch spread across the other dimension.
White covered our trash in another world

where I had two eyes sewn beneath,
and winter, alive, weaved a quilt of fables

for those miracles that could have been.


The One Arrested And Later Left At Our Doorstep

The missing one is restored to her apparition,
disoriented, oozy-blood,
smelling like a marsh; two days’ve passed
since the protest fired up from the gully to the alcázar.

We ask the silence to nurse her.
Tim answers the media in waiting.
We blame the throne obviously.
The air stinks of conspiracy.

The missing one, reinstated, exists in flickers,
now here, now beside the basin, a hologram,
a substance, now a totem archaic,
now a numen, Jesus.

The protest flows with the paradigms.
Tim and I ask her what happened inside;
she seems to miss herself if only by a smudge of soul
or some slogan half finished.
Silence bandages her; strings her together.
MediaMedia disappears to attend another somewhere.


Monkey’s Paw

A teargas shell tore off my bro’s hand;
since we called him a primate in childhood
we kept the hand, nicknamed it ‘Monkey’s Paw’,
presented it before every guest in our house,
cherished their shriek; the severed limb
just wouldn’t rot; the second hand revolutionists
often borrowed it for their demonstrations,
but no one asked my sibling what the paw
meant to him. Probably a missing link
in the evolution chain between Adam and Cain.
He wouldn’t have answered anyway, rather
scratched his arm’s end the way one alley cat
scratches the blind bricks when cornered
in dire need of some magic.


Artist:

Kushal Poddar authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)

Follow the Artist:

Author Page – amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet

Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe

Bruce McRae – Ponder Away

A List of Shadows
A Secret Garden
The God of August

Artist:

Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,500 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press); ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy; (Cawing Crow Press) and ‘Like As If” (Pski’s Porch), Hearsay (The Poet’s Haven).

Emily Wang – Ponder Away

(For the children aborted or separated from their biological parents as a result of China’s
mandated one-child policy which restricted most couples to have only one child)


In a snakelike dream, oolong stretches
to a sun-dried face pressed up against concrete,
nose breathing in the soles of sweetly caked dirt.
This overpopulated city. This overrun city.
Neon signs pass a loveless woman’s eyes,
time going under in maple blur.
She listens closely to the current of people going home.
Filled to the brim with harmony of grandmama’s cooking
and the light of their lovers laughing in their stomachs
when she herself holds an empty belly
void of her daughter, void of the light of her life
empty without the lovesong of her child.
Woman cradles her aching feet, the rhythm of her body
going back and forth, back and forth
Sway. Forth and back.
Blood bruises in a desolate color beneath her palms and legs
in the shape of plum hearts.
Woman feels for bright peony plumps
where cold air grips her thumb.
There can only be one, she knows.
One body of damp breaths,
a single cry echoing from the womb.
Half a lullaby to a one child policy.


Artist:

Emily Wang is a high school student that currently resides in Montville, New Jersey. She has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing awards and aims to use writing as a means to express emotions that can’t be confined to a single word. She can usually be found watching films or brewing tea.