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any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
You Are My Looking Glass
You are my looking glass
I view myself on your visage
I am happy when you smile
And your sadness is mine
When you stand like a rock
Against the stormy sea
My tender mass hardens
I become a rock like you
We both sustain on each other
Till- THAT- do us part
Posted for Susan’s Midweek motif ~ Glass(es) @Poets United
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Waiting
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Gautam Buddha asked the bereaved mother
To bring Him a handful of mustard seeds
From a household where Death had not entered
Poor mother had gone a begging from door to
door
But returned crest fallen and realized the
truth
We can’t do away with Death
It has been like this from time immemorial…..
For
our time here, like the twilight
Is
precious and fading
And
while there’s certainty nothing new under the sun-
Under
the moon, there is waiting
For Grace’s prompt @ dVerse Poetics : A poem from the future
The last stanza in italics is from Ben Burke’s
poem.
Loneliness / Solitude
Surging thoughts
Crash on the stony shores
Of my desolate heart
My bones are fire made
The veins --
Of molten rock
My stormy flesh
Howls and roars
And tears solitude
Into pieces
Then
Thy light of Love
That dwells everywhere
From grains of dust
To the dots of star
Shines and holds my hand
My parched soul
Drinks Thy chalice of Grace
With tears
I cup the Bird of Solitude
To feel Its downs of Peace
Posted for the prompt Loneliness / Solitude @Poetry Jam
Saturday, 14 February 2015
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
Love Is Not A Greeting Card
"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made
like bread; remade all the time, made new"
-- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
I won’t tie you up to my grief
My child
Be free, lie in the lap
Of God
My love is now free
From fear
Of losing you
Rest in peace
My child
In the heart of God
like bread; remade all the time, made new"
-- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
I won’t tie you up to my grief
My child
Be free, lie in the lap
Of God
My love is now free
From fear
Of losing you
Rest in peace
My child
In the heart of God
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ LOVE is not aGreeting Card @ Poets United
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
Saturday, 29 November 2014
Time
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Eyes were new and so were the bones
Frolicking, chirping without moans
Summer-Spring of life with flowery frill
Universe sang just chill, chill, chill
Autumn’s still glowing with a bright light
Yet sinew’s losing that omnipotent might
Dawn, day and dusk have a strange new feel
Universe is singing chill, chill and chill
A time will come when harvest is done
The mind will long for the hidden sun
The sleepy physique will show time’s weal
Universe will whisper chill, chill, chill
The body and mind will be full of mirth
Awaiting keenly for another birth
Posted for Bjorn’s hosting Sunday-Mini-ChallengeTime-travel where we are to write a poem
using past, present and future time in the same poem @ Real Toads
&
Sharing with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
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