makeup

Image: Orlandogators

you are
peering into the shattered mirror
applying concealer
fingers moving firmly
over the contours of your face
over  the bruise on your chin
over another on your jaw
moving with the consummate ease
of a mask maker

© 2011 Padmavani Karkera

Haiku: Birth

Image Courtesy:  Starla.J. King
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on bare rose branches
hard notches pulse with secrets.
son, the leaves are out.

© 2011 Padmavani Karkera








Written in response to dverse's Form for all hosted by Gay Reiser Cannon

there is no truth

truth dies
the moment it is conceived

there is no truth
in pictures
in words
in thoughts
in deed


truth is cleaved
into countless truths
by eye
by language
by brain
by action

there is no truth
truer than mine

© 2011 Padmavani Karkera

Sweaty limerick (how the prince found his bride)

a gal who was covered in sweat
wouldn't use 'the word' to win a bet.
nose in the air she drawled it slow
only horses sweat, women glow.
and the prince wed the gal he'd just met.


© 2011 Padmavani Karkera

A limerick. May not be technically perfect. Perhaps even far from it, but it sure was fun! :)

Wrote this in response to the Sweaty limerick prompt by Madeleine Begun Kane 

Mad Kane (Madeleine Begun Kane) is a writer, musician, and "recovering lawyer." She won the Robert Benchley Society Award For Humor and enjoys writing limericks, song parodies, and current events haiku. Her political humour blog is here.

erotextures

Artist: Aja Apa-Soura

fingers trace

familiar maze

of ear

goose bumps

scatter like

poppy seeds

veins flutter

butterfly wings

inside elbow

fevered thrusts

like oceans

on full-moon

urgent lips

wet, pliant

potter's clay

bodies bow

like milk

rises overflows

sated limbs

quiver from

residual heat

© 2011 Padmavani Karkera

Victoria Ceretto-Slotto discusses texture as a writing tool in Poetics at www.dversepoets.com I tried my hand on it and this is the result. Do let me know what you think. Thank you!