Tag: Poetry

The plant

It’s the first day that I’m waiting

For my plant to grow.

The third times a charm, I

told my plant as

I grew impatient, “I’ll replant

You” I have said.

Once, I buried the pit of a mango

I could not tend to

And hoped the rain and hoped

The sun would.

“You should have

Told me” were words that my grandma

Uttered, and admonished,

I went to dig in her

Garden and couldn’t find it.

And afraid I tend to plant

Again and again,

Asking that an entelechy such

As a sprout of sewn seeds in any garden

In my garden grow.

From the Moon

The sphere

That becomes the sun, well

 

Not becomes the sun. It looks

Blue. From afar, that’s what we used

 

Thousands of years ago to guide

Our journeys; it looked like

 

A light to us from here.

 

Northern moon,

Southern setting sun.

 

That from afar you created our

North. South. East. West.

Where

    To

       Look

             Now?

 

Where to go? The blinding light

Will guide me tonight.

 

Now

 

That I am walking on stone, gravel,

And rock. I see our moon, and

Rays in the day,

 

The cosmos, with which we arrive.

 

Your Being

Ode to your benign
Longevity.

Like a ray that pierced the atmos-
Pheres

And emits
the light
of stars
And stars;

Supernova.

Like light, bright-like light

Shining
When there is no sun –

Your light was piercing

through and through;
Oh upward beam.

Made for us by us.

This, on being benign.

Where there’s more
To tell, there’s more

To know.

Thank you for
Being you.

Two Lines That You Follow

Two lines that you follow,
Not single file like elementary
School;

Two lines not paths, for
There are many paths one
May follow and can cross.


Two lines where-within
structure meets premise
Meets subtext meets
clause meets
Purpose meets context meets.


Meets muse.

Two lines where-
Within everything met; in

between the
Lines, if you follow.


Plume to ink to sheet
Within two lines you follow.

Up

There is a well I’ve
Known.

A deep grey space that
looks like day old clay

where to
sorrows fled.

I’m sad for sorrow’s sake.

It was deep and grey.
Dwell the well,

Where I fell heavily.

Damp, cold, deep grey
crevasse

Where I
Laughed.

I smiled, as

All the sadness died upward,
Up and Up.

All the way to well,
for sorrows sake.