Nov 29, 2019 Uncategorized
Silence
©November 28th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
I stay up most nights
For silence is scarce
But even past midnight
A harsh sound blares
Like a freaked-out child
Atop a high wire,
This sound swirls around,
And causes me ire.
The thing that I seek
Eludes every grasp
Every breath, every eye,
Every sibilant gasp.
Wires and fridges
And telephone poles,
And clocks and traffic
Cut deep in my soul.
I crave a deep silence
To keep out all strife
And I yearn to cradle
It all through my life.
I look and I look
But the silence I seek
Showed itself once
On a pathway too bleak.
The path is too bleak
To reach what I crave
And the silence I seek
Needs me to be brave.
So, with a long sigh
I tune myself in,
And slip into sleep –
And silence begins.
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Nov 29, 2019 Uncategorized
A Simple Beast Poem
©Nov. 29th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
MY dog is a beast
Who knows what is what
And knows which is which
And thinks beyond thought.
My dog can be bribed
With bananas and cheese.
And for yogurt and rice
She’ll do what you please.
She is a mapper;
Her nose can confirm
What pitfalls exist
In plateaus and berms.
Her tail is just perfect –
A feathery flag.
She knows it is so,
And her step never drags.
Her snout is quite slender
And covered in fur
She likes it when I come
To scritch and scratch her.
Her bark is too loud
For human or beast,
But she is too proud
And her pride has increased.
I care not at all
For whether you think
My dog isn’t great
(But I’ll think that you stink).
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Nov 29, 2019 Uncategorized
Middle
©Nov. 28th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Endings attract me.
Beginnings, too.
It’s just the fat middle
I have to get through.
Things would be fun
If we could just stitch
The start to the end
Or make them switch.
Leave middles behind
Such muddle! Such mess! –
Full of tangles and snarls,
And a whole lot of stress.
Take me back to the start
Of all that I was
Of all I could be
Then, just hit “Pause.”
Endings attract me.
Beginnings, too.
It’s just the fat middle
I have to get through.
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Nov 29, 2019 Uncategorized
Sequence
©November 28th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
The upswell is lovely, but I reject it.
For it hints forever at its opposite.
What does anyone want?
What do I need?
Stasis beckons alluringly.
I shrug. Too boring to
Float forever on, moving
From one buoy to another, and
No end in sight.
This might be it, then, the answer:
A friendly stasis, then an upswell,
Then a pull-back, an ebb.
Then, a sudden flash,
And total evaporation.
(I like endings.)
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