Apr 24, 2014 Uncategorized
Handwritings
©April 17th 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
There was a time
When my friends’ rounded,
Precise, neat handwritings carried
A sunlit, sea-magic –
All of them.
There were pearls within,
Each word a pearl
Holding meaning, light
Glowing in them.
I loved their handwritings
Loved the slant or the straightness
The dark or the lightness
The pressure or its lack —
All of that.
Everything spelled beautifully
Thought laid bare,
A revelation of self,
All of it.
And I looked with pleasure
At words that flowed
Across ruled paper
And down the page
Erasing emptiness,
Lapping at the shores
Of silence, their ebb and flow,
Filled with music,
Rich with it.
All those
Careful, controlled
Pearl-handwritings.
Caught carefully in time
Strung together,
Making meaning –
It was all magic,
Pendant with it.
And all I wanted
Was to wade in,
Gather those pearls,
Crunch them up,
And eat them all,
All of them.
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Tags: #Handwriting, #NaPoWriMo, #Original Poetry, Eating words, Friendship, Words and pearls
Apr 24, 2014 Original Poetry
April Sun
©April 17th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Blueness crowds the sky.
Sun-gold from up high,
Shoots down streams of gold
And pierce the bitter cold.
Breaking into splinters,
Falling shards of winter,
Shatter round my feet
As I walk down the street.
Tags: #NaPoWriMo, #Original Poem, #Spring, April, The sun in April\, Warmth
Apr 24, 2014 Original Poetry
Dog-Joy (Or: Completion)
©April 15th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
I find I take delight
In my dog’s proud walk,
As she picks up a stick
And claims it in the
Name of Holly.
Utterly undone, I kneel,
As she twists her whole
Frame in wordless ecstasy
When she sees me —
This smiling curve of dog
And joyful tail,
And gentle teeth
That grab my hand
And nip and hold it in love
Beyond reckoning.
I am complete.
Who greets me like this?
(Oh, I know I am loved,
But like this? This pretzel-
Shaped frenzy of joy,
This luminous, numinous
Delight in my being?
Oh, I know I don’t deserve it,
But who cares?!)
And when she lies near me,
A love unlike no other,
Her soft, puppy fur
On my feet, warming them,
A wild presence at the
Boundaries of my own,
I find my brain
Dissolves in a mist
Of dog-thought.
I think:
Why dream?
Why do anything?
It doesn’t matter,
Not now.
Oh, I know I’ll arise
And go about my duties
And do stuff, but
I don’t really care
For any of it.
I have this dog,
This now-sleeping
Weight of dog
At my feet.
I am complete.
No, there is no despair here,
Just utter, total quiet
A settling, as it were,
Of soul and self:
A house settling deeper
Into earth.
I am complete
With her on my feet.
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Tags: #Contentment, #Dogs, #NaPoWriMo, Canine joy, Puppy
Apr 24, 2014 Uncategorized
Listening
©April 15, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
After you’ve stood
And listened to silence,
Words seem like leaves
Eddies of leaves
Whirling in a flurry of wind
In an empty field.
And yet, it’s nice to stand
To watch and listen
To stand in quietude
In solitude, checking
The wind, sniffing the air,
Looking for signs
Of life in an attitude
Of quiet reverence.
I had thoughts once,
And dreams, and songs
And stories.
I had visions of the future
Of people and things
I wanted to meet, and do.
I had melodies flowing
Clear and bright through
Dark woods of uncleared
Thoughts, once, not long ago.
Yet, today, I am spent
Not sad, almost content
Dreaming dim dreams,
Hearing muffled songs,
Stopping any visions
Of what the future
Could hold.
It’s dangerous to dream.
Needs energy, nu?
Needs courage.
Needs strength
And endurance.
Today, I don’t have that.
Today, I just sit
And listen.
To listen is to pray,
To listen is to look deep
And give the gift of self.
To listen is to surrender,
To disarm oneself.
And so, I listen.
It’s the least I can do.
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Tags: #Contentment, #Listening, #NaPoWriMo, #Original Poetry, Dreams and Reality