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words, pictures

words and pictures
jitterbug
with emotional
nuances daintily
unlike a kitty
pawing ball
of twine
..
heavy in form
notwithstanding
mind has learnt
art of quietude
akin to a pet dog
eating cookies
surreptitiously
..
lung power is not
what it once was
youngest child
lustily shouting
chasing indifferent
older stand-offish
siblings
..
nieces say
I look like
their mother
Strangers
smile at me
for no reason
..
I see dad
In me
and sigh
Missing him so…
as I eagerly search
mom in my features
..
And I find I am like
her in every which way
except
in looks
And maybe that’s
the reason
..
I
continue
To quietly smile
broadly
usually ..as in
always
~

memory’s sun

they’d
promised
…..my
memory’s sun
would never set
deftly dispensing
measured
panaceas… steps

gullibility intact
I gingerly move head
in yogic motions
waiting for swarms
of memories to Houdini
all synapses
firing
concurrently

fingers crossed
limpid eyes …uncrossed
I daily await
personal revelations
enchanting treasure maps
haloing head….secretly
fearing….am I in fact waiting
for Godot ..having been had…

Painting: Misty Morning by Alfred Sisley

 

ancient cities

Feet
veer
involuntarily
towards ancient
cities, sites
…other beginnings
with wind driven
dust ….stirring….
~
Mind
feeling tremulous
awakenings
In snatches
of faint
remembrances
and I find myself
splitting into multitudes
~
heeding
ghostly beckoning
get drawn pell mell
by heavily lined
eyes
enfolding
in velvety swirls
of endless mazes

nostrils
pleasurably
crinkle
inhaling
attar and
incense wafting
tantalizingly
in winding souks
..
in
accompaniment
of soft laughter
followed by tiny
tinkling feet
encased
in silver
anklets
mesmerizingly
drawing
..

image of Marrakech Morocco souk is from google

night

Night’s
my time
as day
takes a breather
propped on haunches
and magic begins
thralling….
..
walls stairs
rest peaked ears
vocalizing
in creaky
soft footfalls
…..stirring
..
latent
fears weave
in out of lairs
as dreams
enchantingly
lattice
bringing to fruition
day’s abject
suffocated
longings

night
yes night
that’s
my
time
~

slap happy

Faint
wraithlike
Butterflies
tie
gut in knots
ever in denial
I delude self
reiterating ‘tis
naught…
conning brain
with mouthwatering
diversions
until
heaviness
of stupor
unfurls
Unknotting
insides
amidst
lip
smacking
burps
..

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