Unity

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My prayers for all

To be the bridge

Between discord and harmony

To be the thin crack of light

Between two banks of darkness

To be the spritely spring

Between blazing summer and icy winter

To become One

With All That Is

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Unity @ Poets United

Trains

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The old man’s indolent moments

On the railway platform on a bench

Pass luxuriantly watching

These huge steel centipedes

Pouring out humans from their

Square metallic yawn

And taking away equal amounts

To some near and distant places

After long hours were well fed with dreams

He rises and goes home

Leaving a deep sigh and the shards

Of his hued youthful past

On the unending long floor

 

Posted for dVerse Poetics: All Aboard

Let Go

We can’t uproot a sorrow

From that heart space

And plant happiness

In its stead

What we do is

Breathe in and breathe out

Time

In the hope of healing

Which is as absurd as sky blossoms

For I’ll never let go

Your smile

Your tears

Your voice

Your fears

They have crystallized

In that open space

Within my being

 

 

Posted for APED’s prompt Let Go

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Shared with Poets Pantry @ Poets United

My Philosophy of Connection

I connect with a rock

Not because it knows

The meaning of hardness

And endurance

But only for the reason

That it exists

I too exist

Thus I learn

To connect with all

 

Posted for Brian’s prompt @ dVerse ~ Poets Pub

Prayer is Power

“Power may make many earthly gods,
Where gold and bribery's guilt prevails,”---From the poem Death by John Clare

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We are their sleepy dolls

Holding our hands in fear

Set before the high pedestals

Where the earthly gods stand

Weaving meshes of mirage words

To entangle each one of us

To dance to their tune

And become parched

We whisper prayer

To wake up from this mesmerism

The touch of each of our hands

Warms us

We feel the gushing of stream

Each droplet made of dream

In our limbs

We stir with life

Holding a flame in the heart

We flare up

Their word bubbles burst

We come out of the noir-trap

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Power @ Poets United

Last Song of the Dead

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The guillotine voice whispers

An eye for an eye

We lost our land and eyes

Eons ago

We subsisted on black milk

Before decapitation

We cling

To the little root of a dream

Of a Child of Sight

To open all eye

Before this hour

Shall cease to be

 

 

I have used Paul Celan’s poems, Fugue of Death; Ice, Eden and O LittleRoot of a Dream as my inspiration. This is for the hapless victims who lost their lives at the hands of ISIS fanatics

 

Written for Grace’s hosting Sunday’s Mini-Challenge: Paul Celan @ RealToads

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 Sharing it with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Night

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Din and bustle sinks

Beyond the horizon

Rest alights

In her dusky wings

My bleeding heart

Becomes the dark sky

My thoughts of you

Twinkle

All night

 

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Night