Mar 20, 2016 Haiku
Rhymed Season: Autumn – Haiku 3
©March 20th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Gold and red and green
Blend with ripened things, between
Daytime and our dreams.
Tags: #Autumn, #Original Poetry, #Rhymed Haiku, #Season Haiku
Mar 20, 2016 Haiku
Rhymed Season: Summer – Haiku 2
©March 20th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Salt and sweat and sun
Summer flowers swoon as one
Ere the day is done.
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Tags: #Original Poetry, #Rhymed Haiku, #Season Haiku, #Summer
Mar 20, 2016 Haiku
Crocus Longiflorus by Meneerke bloem (2010) Bluejay By William H. Majoros – Own work
Rhymed Season: Spring – Haiku 1
©March 20th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Rain and bulbs and sky –
Blue-jays and geese flashing by –
Spring-time makes me sigh.
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Tags: #Original Poetry, #Rhymed Haiku, #Season Haiku, #Spring
Mar 19, 2016 Uncategorized
Photo Credit ©2016 Vijaya Sundaram
Four Haiku
©March 19th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Sky-shine like blue silk
Road, a glimmering river
My dog and I, fish.
Not a shoal, we two,
Just sun-dazed, slow-moving fish
Silk-threading a cool, blue trail.
Sunlight slips within
Our footsteps rise up like air
We hum-float along.
Plants wave like sea-weeds
The world moves like clear water
Thought-bubbles in Spring.
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Tags: #Figurative poetry, #haiku, #Original Poetry, #Walk with Dog in Springtime
Mar 17, 2016 Senryu, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Shelf
Shelved – Four Senryu
©March 17th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Dark, swirling eddies:
Sorrow, rage, hate, all of these
I set on a shelf.
Open the windows,
Let the cold, waiting heart of
Outer Space have them.
When dark thoughts are fed
To the Hungry Thing that lurks:
See how it explodes!
And all will be cleansed
All will turn to sun and air
Taste them, live anew!
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Tags: #Darkness, #Emotions, #Freedom, #Original Poetry, #Shelved, #Space
Mar 15, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Drop
Las hilanderas o La fábula de Aracne, óleo sobre lienzo, 220 x 289 cm, Madrid, Museo del Prado
Drop-Spindle, Spindle-Drop
©March 15th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
How heavy the weight of
All your pride,
How heavy the weight of
Things to come!
How heavy the weight of
Things you’ve done,
(Both good and bad
Some mad, some sad)!
How heavy the weight
Of silken ties,
That hold you down,
And hold you back!
You spin your days
On a spindle large –
And threads of gold
You’ll weave into cloth.
And you hope it holds
But your work cannot stop.
So you dream, while you keep
Spinning on and on.
And the lines you spin,
Lead back to the centre
And keep things going
Through days so long.
But things fall apart
Spin out of course,
And the threads get caught
In a web of dross.
So, drop it for now,
You can pick it back up.
Yes, drop it for now,
Sit back for a while.
So, drop it for now –
And another will spin
She’ll spin for a bit,
She’ll keep it rolling.
So, drop it for now,
Look up to the sky,
Let the world spin on
By herself on her own.
And the spindle you drop,
Gets caught in a gale
And a spin-drift catches
At all your dreams.
And you’ll gaze in awe, and
Catch your breath.
For, the silk keeps spinning
But the spindle’s gone.
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Tags: #Burden, #Drop, #Drop-Spindle, #Life, #Original Poetry, #Responsibilities, #Spinning, #Weaving
Mar 15, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Drop
Drop a Drop
©March 15th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
How far can you go
With a cup of water
That is filled to the brim
And hold it aloft,
Never spilling a drop?
Though it’s small, it will grow
In weight as you go
And your arms will ache
When time hangs heavy
And you long to drop it.
And so it is with all of us,
As we carry the weight
Of our past and our dreams
And our fears – and it seems
We can never drop them.
And to you I can say
These words: Let them drop!
Let them fall around you
And scatter in your wake –
And they’ll soon be gone!
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Drop, #Letting go of things, #Metaphorical poem, #Original Poetry
Mar 15, 2016 Senryu, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Drop
Photo-Credit ©2015, Vijaya Sundaram
Drop-Ocean
©March 15th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I am but a drop
And I yearn with aching heart
For the deep ocean
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Drop, #Metaphysical, #Original Poetry
Mar 14, 2016 Uncategorized
Painting: Amore e Psiche (1707–09) by Giuseppe Crespi
Love and Soul, Soul and Death
©March 14th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Don’t look at me, he said to her.
And trust in me, he said.
Don’t seek to see my face, he said
And so she was content.
And unseen spirits came to her
And brought her food and drink
They fanned sweet breezes, spoke to her
While she awaited Love.
But jealousy can rear its head;
And always makes a strike
Where there is but the slightest doubt.
Her sisters sowed these seeds:
Perhaps he is a monster fierce
Perhaps, he’ll kill you soon!
So you must strike the blow quite quick,
Or he will get there first.
Her knife and lamp in hand, she gazed
Struck mute at his splendour.
Her heart and hand a-tremble,
She dropped some oil on him.
And he, awakening to Soul
In all her trembling fear
Spoke bitter words that fell like blows
For fly away he must.
She sought him love-struck day and night
And wept for what she’d lost
And Love had fled, for she had tried
Unveiling Mystery.
And painful were her trials dread,
She wandered long and far
And, serving Aphrodite,
At last she came to Death
For Psyche always comes to Death
With two coins in her mouth
And come back safely to her Love
Awaiting at the end.
And Love and Soul can always be
Together, but unseen
And if you do read Love’s true face,
Prepare to cross Death’s door.
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Tags: #Death, #Eros and Psyche, #Giuseppe Crespi painting, #Love, #Original Poetry, #Soul
Mar 14, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Fleeting
Fleeting Night – Haiku 4
©March 14th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Morning veil stirring
Throngs pass through in quiet haste
Birdsong fills the air.
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Tags: #Fleeting, #haiku, #Night and Day, #Original Poetry