May 19, 2017 Original Poetry
Color–Mind
©May 19th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Green on my mind
Green, like tenderness
Green, like newness
Green. like young Earth.
Blue on my mind
Blue, like mother-water.
Blue, like summer-sky.
Blue, like before-birth.
Carmine on my mind.
Carmine, like pure blood and blush
Carmine like a sunset air-brushed
Carmine like a womb’s onrush.
Purple on my mind
Purple, like grapes grown old
Purple, like poetry on hold
Purple, when sorrow burns cold.
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May 19, 2017 Original Poetry
Dramatic Play
©May 19th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
When a child falls down,
And you cannot catch him,
How do you restore trust?
Not to fear, says his mother
He’s a child. He will forget.
Look! He’s running around.
He’s not hurt. He’ll forget, you’ll see.
You nod and feel comforted, briefly.
Then it hits you, and you think
Ah, but you see, I cannot.
A child’s tears are liquid thorns
That catch your skin.
You can pull out sadness,
But you bleed.
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