Feb 21, 2019 Original Poetry
Things That Break
©February 21st, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Glittering drops of sunlight on
Stiff arms reaching up into space.
Unseen breeze shakes them off.
Bird cuts the sky into two.
The pieces fall down and shatter.
Waiting, waiting, there’s this wait
– And no one knows for what.
Even sadness is suspended.
I pick up a broken branch
From the field of snow,
Throw it in a spiralling arc
Across the pearl-grey air.
Falling, it lies supine, dull
No trace of life or movement,
I pick it up again, to fling it.
Snow-cold and dead,
It breaks in my grasp.
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Feb 21, 2019 Original Poetry
Haiku with Stag at Sunset
February 19th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
I carry the sun
My body stands still in space,
Hurtling with the earth.
Feb 21, 2019 Uncategorized
Life is pretty brutal, rushing us along like a swollen river overflowing its banks, causing mudslides everywhere. Then, we see a harvest mouse sleeping inside a flower, and, for a brief moment, we smile.