24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In this world of lies and empty smiles
Of gadgets and of virtual friends
Waves wash away the unwanted thoughts
And bring them far to far-flung place
In this world of many two-faced people
And mind you they are those that rule
Waves wash away all the frustration
And toss them to the god Poseidon
Waves wash away yes waves do wash
To shores all burdens they smash
For us to feel strong again
And be just like uncanny men.
I’m not sure how I feel
about eternity now
As an escape, it’s flawed
because you can never come back
As a feeling, it’s frustrating
because sometimes you just want to get on with it
And what sort of eternity
are we talking about?
Is it forever and ever
or change is a constant?
Is there a difference?
Because I may need to bring a change of clothing
As for the timing
wouldn’t eternity now negate everything that came before?
I don’t know if I can go along with that
I have things to do
(5 August 2017)
To prompt of the fist pic hoeing beach scene- both in English and kannada
piecing together
what’s left of the jigsaw
I sputter
under a sudden wave
of missing dad
jODisuta
murida bombeya
diDhIrale
usiru kaTTide
appana nenapu
ಜೋಡಿಸುತ
ಒಡೆದ ಚಿತ್ರವ
ದಿಢೀರಲೆ
ಉಸಿರು ಕಟ್ಟಿದೆ
ಅಪ್ಪನ ನೆನಪು
shut up and dance!
You, there!
You, there, with your belly full of stars:
can you see the path,
the link,
the umbilical cord between you and me made of lightning bugs –
yellow flies –
pieces of stars shattered by baby Thunderbirds
playing ball to keep them from making storms from boredom?
I could follow that trail to you –
the one between us that links us to the steps of the ancestors
and our beautiful beginnings
before we fell from the sky and shattered.
We danced by shadow filled with light so bright
that to hide it would shame all the stars witness to our dancing.
You hold my way to the light as I hold yours
and all our hopes become glass bridges over the Grand Canyon –
only dangerous if we look down.
You, there!
The secret to shadow dancing, then, is to shut up and dance –
with the stars in your belly,
like fireflies,
and don’t look down unless you remember:
I dance with you, too.
© Aug 5/17 prompt 3
Looming, Calm
Immovable, Quiet
Majestic, Peaceful
Filling me with euphoria
Blood girl
Dripping in your cup
Rise petal dress
Velvet crushed
Cinnamon kissed
On pillow splattered breath
Deeper in I drew,
Sweetly tasted breath
Lilly valley note
Lingers on the breeze
I fins myself humble
But not upon my knees
Blood girl
Spread your crooked smirk
Upon loose tongue
Dismiss silent quirk
Rolling thunder beats against the heavens,
a blanket of darkening clouds promising to tear back the
supernatural veil.
as the wind violently whips through the towering treetops,
holding us back.
Breathe. Speak to the Sky.
The storms that wage within and without have no power to bind us with fear.
Call forth peace, and peace will be.
Moving from one world to another, the earth tilts, its axis flipping upside down.
Its hard shell cracking as it breaks open to the forbidden depths of Sheol.
Brimstone and searing lava flow through the crags of our known world
as fire ignites street after street.
Breathe. Speak to the Earth.
Call forth the waters of life, and the burning of worlds will cease to be.
Fire may consume all it touches in the earthly realm,
but it will not singe our feet as we walk upon the flames of disappointment and loss.
Destruction has no power, except that which we give it.
In every storm, in every turmoil, when our shoulders fall from the weight of the world,
look up and see the sun’s light peaking through.
A promise of another day.
— Saskia Lynge
I am a helpless abject soul,
Poisoned by my own karma.
I kneel down at God’s threshold
Fully aware God will surely hold.
God, I have nothing to offer you,
Except my being an aficionado.
Knowing of your popular benedictions
I ingrain strong conviction.
God, Your mercilessness is
the only ray of hope in extreme despair.
Lord, You are the supreme; with no comparison,
I pray thee; My Supreme Almighty!
Shower me a bucket brimming with- Confidence
Endeavouring spirit
Selflessness
And love for humanity
Amen!
And another tanka about expressing yearnings that cannot be spoke of.
poetry
is not your thing, you say
as you leave
I let my hand rest
a little longer on you