“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label Ganesha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ganesha. Show all posts
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Germination
So they go on, doing the deeds,
rolling the ball they tossed
as if it were not obvious
they were following
where their eyes aimed.
Like an animal behind a tree,
they think I don't see,
and I am partly to blame
for this charade,
a willing blindness,
suspension of attention,
inescapably-
there is a stench,
as overturned dirt
insists on being known
thereby making its presence
the heaviest air in the room.
And like the elephant Ganesha,
she leans in, the earth tilts,
her trunk drops
an apple at my feet.
It is my choice
to open mouth
desirous of a tree,
or keep the seeds inside...
Photo credit by safaritravelplus [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Counting Elephant Leap Years
That elephant over there,
kneels on the keystone,
reciting a thousand names
that run together.
Vedic sounds coated red,
through lucid mists
he said he stands
for love-
in thirty-two ways,
in twenty-nine days.
As it is customary
for February,
to drop in on dreams
and sow fertile desire
where wild light will
cast an epic tragedy.
When love grows,
that one over there named
Ganesha, strokes his rats hair
and dances on the tips
of his round toes,
spinning his chakras
and juggling icy hearts
he freezes a moment
with potential, spouting
prisms of inertia
retracting all the
matterless time
matterless time
resting on balance.
Strands of helmikuu,
pearly wisdom hung
around your neck,
possess and strangle
with the charm of love.
Toxic lust set in an
Strands of helmikuu,
pearly wisdom hung
around your neck,
possess and strangle
with the charm of love.
Toxic lust set in an
amulet of broken trust.
Ganesha says Love
cannot survive the possibility
of a moonless month.
He comes to say,
only February has space
and time to give and gets
to jump all over juxtapositions
He comes to say,
only February has space
and time to give and gets
to jump all over juxtapositions
of weight and gravitate in
centripetal passion.
Crucified by greed,
Crucified by greed,
immaterial layers;
the rose, crystallized rocks.
His trunk is too full
to maintain refrain or
His trunk is too full
to maintain refrain or
balance on shaky propositions
only to land on sharp ultimatums.
Peircing reality, I fell hard.
only to land on sharp ultimatums.
Peircing reality, I fell hard.
I was left alone with red.
Ganesha left the room.
It was all a dream,
I saw upon waking
my blue body still aching.
Ganesha left the room.
It was all a dream,
I saw upon waking
my blue body still aching.
I kept the pretty pearls.
Feature image (top) By Udunuwara at English Wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Image painted by elephant in Thailand, uploaded By Deror Avi (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Feature image (top) By Udunuwara at English Wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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