Jun 7, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
Dot Matrix
©June7th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Here’s a dot, see?
And there’s one.
Quick, draw a line!
Resembles nothing much.
Now, see this one?
And that one?
Quick, draw another line!
Still, nothing much.
Do the same, draw lines from A to B,
From one bright dot to another,
All scattered chaotically across
This sublunar sun-bashed place!
Something seems to emerge.
Stand back and take a good, long look.
What do you see?
Was it what you wanted to see?
Or something you never imagined?
Was this the image you dreamed of?
No? Step back, stand aside.
Let us see with our own eyes.
Ah, you got an ape,
Arms low to the ground,
Brow furrowed and low,
Grief in his hirsute visage.
He’s looking up wide-eyed
Fearful, dreaming, while
Brilliant, icy spears of light
Pierce the night air, and he’s
Caught in the tug between
Confusion and desire.
Welcome to humanity!
You’ve connected the dots.
The stars await you.
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*I use the term matrix in two different ways, and one of them means “breeding female,” from the Latin word for mother, i.e. “mater.”
And, of course, anyone who dealt with computers in the 80s and early 90s knows what a dot matrix printer is.
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Jun 7, 2016 Haibun, Original Poetry
Seedling and Child (A Haibun)
©June 6th (since it’s well past 2:00 a.m., I guess it’s the 7th), 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Such a little matter, transferring little seedlings into bigger pots, and setting them out in the sun! Until this year, my husband did all that. Now, that the garden is entirely my responsibility from start to finish, I found myself approaching it with trepidation. What if I killed a plant while transferring it? What if all this work came to naught? I filled the pots with potting soil and rich compost and a sprinkling of fertilizer, and mixed them well. Playing with sweet-smelling earth is always fun. The hard part came when I had to separate the intertwined roots of various plants (because there were three seedlings in each cell, sometimes more, sometimes fewer). I did so, hoping I wouldn’t break anything in the process. While transferring little seedlings from the seedling starter trays to individual pots, I spoke to them, patted the soil around their roots, and sang softly to them. The miracle is when they grow into tomatoes, brinjals (eggplant), green peppers, and other vegetables. As I do this earthy task, I see my daughter, eleven years old, tall and beautiful, full of music and kindness, still growing. I love how she’s this magical being who came from my body – how did this perfect person come to be? Soon, she’ll go to Summer Camp (and my heart beats a little harder when I think of it, since she’s never been away from home, except for TWO sleepovers in her entire life) for two months. She wants to go, and it’s a beautiful, music-filled camp surrounded by nature, near a lake, and she’ll learn many wonderful things with people we trust. I will not stand in her way.
Little seedling, grow!
Dance, and dream, and court the sun
May your roots reach deep.
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