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Circle Of Love

Circle Of Love

Our ship had docked and we decided to explore.

Sandy was native Alaskan. I, Sonia was from New York. We’d met at a summer camp, fallen in love and got married. That was five years ago.

A friend hailed Sandy but I decided to explore further- we decided to meet at the dock in a couple of hours.

I found a lookout point from where I could feast on the glaciers which drew me. I was joined by an elderly stranger. He told me a lovely folktale of this point.

Aaleahya was native Alaskan. She loved Iqniq (fire) the chief’s son. They were to wed next full moon day. Meanwhile their village got attacked by white man and Iqniq was killed. Aaleahya was sad. She came to this point nightly and stared at the glaciers. She died of a broken heart. Visitors often saw Aaleahya and Iqniq’s spirits embracing here. Stranger showed her his locket with their faces. She saw Sandy and herself staring back!

this picture is from inernet

TRIGGERS

Triggers

A word, a nuance
A look, a glance
Few lines, verse,
A haiku, gesture
A hug, a shrug
And
Then
A
Breach!

Floodgates of
Memory’s oil spill
Inundates mind
A raging virus
Attacks scabs of time
Prods and pokes
Mind from
Position
Fetal

Hurtful memories
Loss of loved ones
Fights, slights
Aborted flights
Mini wars,
Big wars
Tragedies
Attacks
Confront

Cornered I put up hands
Shield head body
Mind bared begs
Mercy piteously
Silently screaming
Halt this gush
As it will crush
Me unless I go
Fetal again

 

pictures are from the internet-disclaimer

The Ancient Cave

Deeply embedded in snow
Electric eye mesmerizing
In waves azure, mystical

Primordial sounds emanating
Tingling aura, hymns, bells
Pealing, appealing

Tugging at the heart
Stirring buried links
Soul beckoning

Déjà vu astonishment
Familiar and yet not so
Weather beaten pathways

The ancient cave
Ancestral haven
Magnetic

Waves rippling
Dreaming with eyes
Inwards opening

What is dream?
What is real?
Substance

~~

The Monk

To free my mind
I sit to unwind

Detached from tree
A mere leaf I be

Can hold them nor me
Time and tide I ever be

Stilling mind I sit still
Lotus pose daily drill

Mind’s activity to abate
Ever wiping its slate

Detached thoughtless
Purposeless- nirvana

To free mind
I sit to unwind

A monk I be!!

Note: last year during our Alaska cruise- in the glaciers we saw a huge opening and it was a glowing blue in color- it sent tingles down my spine even though I joked that Superman is going to fly out of it! I was trying to capture the feel.

 

Lover's Tryst

Every full moon night she wails

For her lover

~~ 

Lovers Tryst 

Drenched in love

Soaking moonlight

Technicolor dreams

Lined silvery bright

 Hotfooting in thick mist

She had kept her tryst

Cupid had shot her a grievous blow

Had felled her by an alien elbow

 The elbow had belonged to an Adonis

Crestfallen he’d cried mercy, blown a kiss

Tears streaming she’d suddenly smiled

Falling headlong in love sans any guile

They kept their trysts where they’d first met

On full moon day by lake and branch lunette

They made plans and wove golden dreams

Eyes ecstatic despite inimical bloodstreams

Six moonlight trysts later this was their seventh

Families sworn enemies and their love at zenith

 Fearful fluttering heart desperate searching eyes

She waited for lover with prayer on quivering lips

Midway to rendezvous brother and lover clashed

Steel to steel rang out that fateful perfidious night

They slashed one another, life ebbing out of both

She languished on tree trunk waiting for betrothed

Thus she awaits her lover every full moon night

A piteous wail rising out of waters silvery bright

Unrequited love never allowed her soul to depart

Eternally waiting for lover, fate had pulled apart

They say souls of these ill fated lovers do meet

Every full moon by shimmering lake and mesquite     

 ~~

Mesquite: hard wood (tree)

Lunette: crescent

 Picture is frfom internet-disclaimer

Lover’s Tryst

Every full moon night she wails

For her lover

~~ 

Lovers Tryst 

Drenched in love

Soaking moonlight

Technicolor dreams

Lined silvery bright

 Hotfooting in thick mist

She had kept her tryst

Cupid had shot her a grievous blow

Had felled her by an alien elbow

 The elbow had belonged to an Adonis

Crestfallen he’d cried mercy, blown a kiss

Tears streaming she’d suddenly smiled

Falling headlong in love sans any guile

They kept their trysts where they’d first met

On full moon day by lake and branch lunette

They made plans and wove golden dreams

Eyes ecstatic despite inimical bloodstreams

Six moonlight trysts later this was their seventh

Families sworn enemies and their love at zenith

 Fearful fluttering heart desperate searching eyes

She waited for lover with prayer on quivering lips

Midway to rendezvous brother and lover clashed

Steel to steel rang out that fateful perfidious night

They slashed one another, life ebbing out of both

She languished on tree trunk waiting for betrothed

Thus she awaits her lover every full moon night

A piteous wail rising out of waters silvery bright

Unrequited love never allowed her soul to depart

Eternally waiting for lover, fate had pulled apart

They say souls of these ill fated lovers do meet

Every full moon by shimmering lake and mesquite     

 ~~

Mesquite: hard wood (tree)

Lunette: crescent

 Picture is frfom internet-disclaimer

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