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
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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
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* 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
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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

