Here’s the first poem

In the rain: A poem

Rain                                                                                                                                                                        Umbrellas, a rush for shade;

Chaos.

The ebony amulet

Glistens

With celestial drops,

In a stranger’s

Arm.

Here’s the haiku

 Ebony amulet

Falls; a thousand pieces

Chaos

Here’s the limerick

 She wore an amulet of ebony-

But someone dared to call it phony!

She flew into a furious rage,

But before chaos could break its cage,

He escaped on his pony.

Here’s the second poem

The amulet’s tale

It is morning.

The first rays strike

The ebony amulet

On the dressing table corner ;

That stout heart

Of the Ebony tree

In tranquil rest.

The gold streaks

Play on its smooth

Surface;

Its edges,

Slightly worn out

By loving hands.

Everyday,

Those hands provide

It its window to the world;

A world of

People, trees, hoses, cars.

A world which gives it

Praise-

Both spoken,

And unspoken,

From acquaintances

And strangers alike.

At nightfall,

Away from

The chaos,

It rests in

 Its favourite corner,

Awaiting another day.

If you liked my work, you might enjoy this poem that I wrote about a cold winter’s evening- Pretty Cold