Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

The Hod and I

The Hod and I
(About my Standard Poodle, Holly, and her propensity for sticks and branches)
April 4th, 2017
ByVijaya Sundaram
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So, The Hod and I went for a walk, despite the soggy evening.
As is her wont, she sought, and found a long, twiggy branch littering the damp ground, and wouldn’t budge, until I let her pick it up in her mouth. Then, she proceeded, stick in mouth, chin up, ears back, tail high, stepping with pride on the sidewalk, as she walked me up the street. The people in their cars at the intersection looked amused, and one woman, rolling down her window, said, “You’ve put a smile on ALL our faces!”
That’s our Holly – the Original Medfordian Stick-Hound (also, a Banana-Hound, but that’s not relevant to this story, is it?!).
Sun–Spring (Vid and Haiku)

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Sun–Spring
©May 16th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Singing woods in Spring

Stippled leaves, dappled light, dog.

Swiftly, Earth spins, drunk.

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Today in Blue Silk – Four Haiku
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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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