Sound Asleep (oxymoron)

Dreamy participation

In performed rendition

By the child prodigy

A solo concert on pianoforte

Amidst deafening silence

Of lone parent, panel of music

Discerning aficionados

~~

stillborn moments

wonder of caught breath
in pregnant throes
whither or wither!
~binaspeak

 

Kolam

Kolam

endless delicate lines

organically etched

to come share

showered munificence

on home blessed

 

Organic invite

to god’s creatures

for a bite

Shared celebration

Blessings and joy

Universal spirit to buoy

~ ~

* Kolam (Tamil: ????? kõla?) is a form of painting that is drawn using rice powder.  A Kolam is a geometrical line drawing composed of curved loops, drawn around a grid pattern of dots in an endless pattern. In South India, it is widely practised by female Hindu family members in front of their homes.purpose: Decoration was not the sole purpose of a Kolam. In olden days, kolams used to be drawn in coarse rice flour, so that the ants don’t have to work that much for to long for a meal. The rice powder is said to invite birds and other small critters to eat it, thus inviting other beings into one’s home and everyday life: a daily tribute to harmonious co-existence. It is a sign of invitation to welcome all into the home, not the least of whom is Goddess Lakshmi, the Goddess of prosperity

Clouds

Time hand in glove

with nature

Will  cloud eyes, rob

bounce from steps

 

Frothy dreams wearing night’s cloak

Will elude their talons

On wings of mythical unicorns head

For the stars, nightly visit 

 

Wash spirit in daybreak’s glistening robe

Long to tickle out of reach clouds

Soar unmoored, shore to shore

Open shut doors

 

Pandora’s box of past hurts

Will hound, bay at twilight, with guile

Stuff ears with louder mirth wads

 Drown out their cries

 

This cat and mouse is a game

That has neither winner, nor a loser

Only measured moves of chess that

Daily come to rest, in the box, same

**

The human soul is like a cloud. It is forever in movement and changing. – Carmen Gaite

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wicked Granny

Heard tell today

About Jill’s granny

A wicked ole lady

Angel face wily mind

Married grandpa on the fly

When high on whisky n rye

Straight out of high school

Led him by nose, the fool

Caring only for herself

Then for own grand kids

Rest were mud, insignificant

Considered world her supplicant

When Jill decided to call it quits

She gave pointers on how to do it

Take him to cleaners, hang him dry

He strayed, let him regret, dearly pay

Not above slapping around grandpa

Was she, the nurses got evidence of it

Horrified they confronted her with it

She admitted saying geezer deserved it

Often she held back grandpa’s pills

Let him stew n suffer in bed when ill

Said better to let him stay unconscious

Than have him testy and contentious

She advised Jill to shop only at Saks

Go for best before pulling marital plug

Her dramatic sweet Southern drawl

Made in-laws n grandpa’s skin crawl

She was arsenic and old lace

A deadly viper with sweet face

Shocked at this tell of Jill’s granny

Am sharing before mind stares blankly

 

Collector

Herded fleeing ideas

to tingling finger tips

Captive thoughts penned

Labored on keys to mind’s prods

Dressed in words-  immaculate docs.

Pièce de résistance thus conceived

Rosaries of thoughts

Ephemeral, startling

Transformed into poem leis

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