Jul 23, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
I, Prometheus
©July 23RD, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
There is an eagle.
By day, deathly agony
Every night, rebirth.
Come, Heracles, come!
Free me from my binding chains
Golden apples wait.
The gods are jealous,
Incensed, for I helped mortals.
Gods know no mercy.
I brought them fire
Moved by pity for mortals –
So puny, so small!
I regret nothing
Not the gift I stole from Zeus,
Not my transgressions.
We are what we are
The gods themselves cannot change.
I shall be renewed.
I shall wander on,
Seeking to help humankind –
Here lies my reward.
This is what I’ll do:
Find a thing that needs doing,
Bend the arc of life.
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Jul 22, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, Uncategorized
Slowly Flooding, Slowly Ebbing
©July 22nd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
It spreads slowly
This relaxing of a stiffening.
The body gives way to
Strange griefs of its own,
Unknown to the mind.
Toes and fingers,
And spine and elbows,
And neck and knees
And hips and hands
And feet beneath
All succumb.
A mysterious call
From within, from without
– Heavy, leaden, attractive –
Casts a spell on them.
There’s an ache that
Defies knowing, but Hypnos
Winds his arms around them,
Around me, forgiving all,
Making me prone, supine,
Swooning with slumber.
Take me away, O God of Sleep!
Waft me slowly, slowly away
On your bier so your brother
May see me, and nod and say,
“It’s not time, yet.”
I won’t mind his rejection,
For I seek only you,
O Beautiful Hypnos,
To dally with you,
And speak with your children,
The Oneiroi, with winged
Morpheus in his cave
Strewn with poppy seeds
And quiet Lethe flowing close by,
Flooding my senses and my soul.
Only, allow me to return
At a time of my choosing.
For, alluring though you are,
One has to fight the spell,
Any spell; it’s the only way.
So, let not Thanatos take me,
Though he, too, allures.
And slowly, slowly, bear me back
To the land of the Awake,
Bear me back to my bed,
Slowly, quietly, on tiptoe,
Then leave without farewell.
And though it’ll hurt my heart,
It’s the only way, as I
Come slowly back to life,
To the world of those
Who wake, and ache with the
Joy and the grief of those
Who live and love, in spite
Of life slowly ebbing away.
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Jul 21, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
The Eternal Seduction of the Unfettered Mind
©July 21st, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Birds sail the air like fast boats.
Ferns wave, dreamy and ancient.
Quietly, a mushroom grows
At the foot of a fir tree.
The Now seduces me.
I watch with half-closed eyes
At the post-noon languor
Of my backyard.
I know there are chores
Piling up, and a garden
Awaiting my ministrations
And a life that needs sorting
Papers and plans, and plants.
I know I should be an adult,
And engage in busy-ness.
But I cannot, not now.
A cup of water like a benediction
A book before me, interrupted by this poem,
This computer blinking cursorily at me,
That backyard sodden with sunlight,
All of these drive thoughts of tomorrow
Into the dustpan of blankness.
I lose myself in the Seeing
The Hearing, the Being
Of this world around me.
Could this mean
I am carefree,
At least, for now?
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(With apologies for echoing the title, “The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,” one of the best titles I’ve ever come across in film.)
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Jul 20, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
What is This Thing?
©July 20th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
This is a mystery
So still, so stormy,
So full of shadows and shapes,
So many fishes, small and large,
So many beasts beyond our ken,
So full of canyons and peaks,
So riotous in colors and life,
So saturated with longing
With the past, present, future
Colliding in mid-stream, swirls
Of echoes from everywhere,
A chaotic clash of currents
From every-when,
Where does it begin,
Where does it end?
How sombre are its deeps?
How playful are its shallows?
How many sunrises and sunsets
And moonrises and moonsets,
And star-flows and haunting calls
From faraway constellations
Fill its hungering belly?
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Jul 19, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
Feast and Famine
©July 19th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
So much to eat,
And such little control.
So many riches,
And such little taste.
So many sensations,
Such little feeling.
So much beauty,
Such little appreciation.
So much knowledge,
Such little wisdom.
So many choices,
So many chains!
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Jul 18, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
Frail, Holy Grail
©July 18th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Hold the Earth holy
Hold her in your hands.
Keep her safe.
Blue oceans circle her.
Giant peaks touch hushed skies.
Canyons yawn below.
Trees grow tall and strong,
Grasses wave gaily in prairies,
Animals leap and stalk, and dive,
Flowers grow unashamed and lush,
And here and there, the earth moves,
Rocks jut out, bones show.
Earth is strong
But she’s lived a long time
Been poked and prodded,
Strip-mined, mountain-top-mined,
Tunneled, cultivated, deforested
Plundered and molested by men.
And now, she’s grown
Frail as glass,
Life-broken in places,
Trying to stay intact.
Give her room, give her time.
Let her waters flow,
Let her birds fly,
Let the forests grow tall
Let her animals live.
Let all life flourish
Try and do no harm.
Let our Earth recover,
And we may live, yet.
Seek her strength.
This is our Holy Grail.
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Jul 18, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry
Driving on Parallel Lines
©July19th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Tree after tree after tree
Flashes by, green streaks against blue.
Endless scenery can get old.
But oh, the lure of the car!
The getting in it, the onward trip.
A metal box of death
With music to beguile us
Pouring out of an i-pod,
Promises liberation,
The dog drowsing in my arms
Or staring out the back seat,
While my husband takes the wheel.
(Or, when I drive alone, and the dog
Sits in the passenger seat
And looks at me, and at the road,
Tongue hanging out in joy, a
Grin of anticipation on her face.)
And the car flies on the road,
Humming in pleasure, for she knows
She’s heading for a place that’s new,
And what car can resist that?
Onward, she goes, and skims
The heat-shimmering surface
Of a road that leads her on,
Promising eternity where the sky
Bends over a nonplussed road,
Which defies geometry,
When two parallel lines
Get closer and closer,
And finally meet.
And we drive right over that point,
Into another world
Just over the horizon,
Chasing the sun.
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Tags: #DailyPrompt, #Drive, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #Postaday, #TheDailyPost
Jul 16, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
Unpredictable
©July 16th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Even as I think
The skies wheel around my head
And I unthink it.
Even as I say it,
The ground revolves below me,
And I unsay it.
Even as I feel it,
My blood swirls around my bones
And I feel it more.
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Jul 16, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
Storm-Catcher
©July 16th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Winds gather up each other
Roiling in a viper’s nest
Storing up venom,
Coiling and uncoiling,
And the skies groan
Like women carrying
Wet laundry to the line,
Dripping clothes
To wring out
And hang up.
Flash of lightning
Tears apart clouds
Titanic hands ripping skies
Clashing cymbals,
Accompanying shouts
Rumbling deep within
Our bones, as we ache
With the coming
Of the storm.
Dread or alarm catch at some.
Some run out to drink the rain,
Some enjoy the show,
Others fasten windows and doors,
Still others hide.
(Where’s the DOG?!)
Would that the storms
Within us be as obvious!
I could run and catch those storms,
And lasso them. I could run them down,
And tame them, and ride them.
And together, we could face the new sun
Parting the clouds, and heave
A sigh of relief, as we collapse
On the wet, wet grass.
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Jul 13, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post
Star-Trip
©July 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Unfurling my bright new sail.
Getting ready for my journey.
Will you step on board with me?
We will sail through puffy clouds
We will sail up to the moon
We shall catch the Earth-rise soon.
Stop here for a bit and breathe
That heady breath of space-time –
Don’t you think it tastes sublime?
Now, onto Mars we’ll quickly go.
Before we know it, we will melt
Right through the asteroidal belt.
And next, we’ll swing by Jupiter,
We shall not stop to say hello
We have a long, long way to go.
So, on and on, we’ll sail through space
In my little ship whose sails
Will snag a passing comet’s tail.
So, we’ll hitch a quicker ride
To the galaxy’s far end.
That’s when the journey’s done, my friend.
No, we shall not return home.
Home is in this little ship.
(I think you’ll like this cosmic trip.)
Don’t you think you’d like to come?
I’ll bring some songs and pretty flowers
We shall while away the hours.
I shall make you dainty cakes
And cups of spicy Indian tea
We’ll chase away reality.
You say you won’t? You break my heart!
Well, darling, I am off to row
Away forever – off I go!
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(Written at 3:40 a.m. Forgive my lapses! Oh, and I’ve set my WP clock to Alaska time, so it’s still Wednesday, July 13th in my little blog-world, not Thursday, July 14th!)
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