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Nov 13, 2017 Original Poetry, Uncategorized
Dampnation
©November 13th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Pearl-gray skies drop down.
See a world saying goodbye.
Layers peel away.
It is always thus.
Rain-dark afternoons beat wings
Yearning for lift-off.
Lift-off cannot be
With damp thinking in damp skies
Fold your wings. Go home.
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Nov 12, 2017 Original Poetry
Flight-Route*
(Five Haiku)
©November 12th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Still, we find meaning.
And in those meanings
We etch those pathways in gold,
And the air quivers.
It matters not that
Life is leaves whirling in dust –
There’s strange beauty there.
It matters little
If we’re remembered, or not –
Our ghosts’ echoes ring.
Work, play, love and lust
Beat their futile wings against
Unseen glass. Just laugh.
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*In response to Three Sisters by Anton Chekhov.
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Jul 27, 2017 Original Poetry
Rain-Haiku
©July27th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Green rain sliding down
Invisible ropes of light.
Clouds huddle, sullen.
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May 10, 2017 Original Poetry
Five Haiku Spill
©May 10th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Large fir tree shivers
Loudly sings the chickadee
Blue sky turns leaden.
Gray clouds lowering
Lilacs bend their purple heads
Tulips sound out light.
Blue-gray dog sleeping
Cushioned in softest music
Mouse peers out, bright-eyed.
New next-door dogs speak
Greetings reach the dog at home
Clamor splits the air.
Dish-pile accuses
Sluggish body coddles guilt
Arise to answer.
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Dec 2, 2016 Uncategorized
Give to Life
©December 2nd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
It’s winter, and still
My stunted carrots struggle on
Clinging to life and rich earth.
A rose, white and wan
Wafts her gentle, cool perfume
While December frowns.
A single chilli
Holds on to a still-green plant
Promising a fight.
Burying her snout
In cold, wet soil, my dog breathes
Life into my life.
I cannot forget.
I cannot sit in the dark.
I must give to life.
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Sep 8, 2016 Senryu, The Daily Post
Love-Struck
©September8th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Air swirls around neck
A thousand flowers turn sunward
Shiver brightens spine.
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