Dec 28, 2017 Original Poetry
No Voice
©December 28th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
In the heart of the deepest night
Shines a diamond in the mind of One
Who dreamed a universe into awakening.
She dreams, and her dreams coil
Like many serpents in the churning ocean
Tossing up many worlds, and dragging them
Deep, deep into a forest of seaweeds.
She dreams, and her dreams catch her,
Grabbing at her ankles, and dragging her
Into the night, the churning ocean of mind.
And quiet as the quietest breath, sits
The diamond, growing larger,
Cutting into her throat,
Tearing through her voice.
Shredded and ripped, her voice trails
Like smoke, like rough-edged strips
Of cotton and silk, wanting mending.
The dreams, serpentine, catch her
And toss her into the seaweeds,
And she has no voice, no voice at all
To stop them.
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Dec 28, 2017 Original Poetry
Fragment
©December 28th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Eyes that rake the darkness,
And pull up weeds by the roots,
Stray in your direction.
You are transfixed, and beam light.
Your toes curl, and your blood tightens.
Your roots go deep, deep within.
You resist. You are impelled. You resist.
You are impaled.
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