Palitana
panic lingers in post modern desire
crumbles in post mortem disarray
list in do not know land
the optical, the oddity, and zoo
flounder in a sea of purpose
in the back seat of useless words
crosswords becomes crossroads
becomes john of the cross
to back alleys and dirt roads
goats and swine
donkeys, peacocks and goats
children in faithful greetings
hello madam
punctuated by giggles
the freaks have come out
to play in flat land
II
stairs to surrender
stairs to unfathomable threshold
a sequence of events
in high heat persistence
logic's double twine tempest
for each next
a thousand eternals
bound in discipline
a plastic version
dead on a hill
a monument to
an attempted escape
diamond eye beacons
endless strides for the faithful
gold crowns for the sky clad
III
o, miserable imagination
take away your loud challenge
surrender to the images before me
the thousand of images before me
and not the hundred suggestions
that mute the present
IV
'aa nnamoo'
because before they could hunt
they could not eat
because
a million souls have never left
rounded blessings
sprouting a bodiless
no longer thee
offering simmering words
a living everything
maybe a little vague
the mountian and the steps are the same
outside
passes a wafting perfect
crumbles in post mortem disarray
list in do not know land
the optical, the oddity, and zoo
flounder in a sea of purpose
in the back seat of useless words
crosswords becomes crossroads
becomes john of the cross
to back alleys and dirt roads
goats and swine
donkeys, peacocks and goats
children in faithful greetings
hello madam
punctuated by giggles
the freaks have come out
to play in flat land
II
stairs to surrender
stairs to unfathomable threshold
a sequence of events
in high heat persistence
logic's double twine tempest
for each next
a thousand eternals
bound in discipline
a plastic version
dead on a hill
a monument to
an attempted escape
diamond eye beacons
endless strides for the faithful
gold crowns for the sky clad
III
o, miserable imagination
take away your loud challenge
surrender to the images before me
the thousand of images before me
and not the hundred suggestions
that mute the present
IV
'aa nnamoo'
because before they could hunt
they could not eat
because
a million souls have never left
rounded blessings
sprouting a bodiless
no longer thee
offering simmering words
a living everything
maybe a little vague
the mountian and the steps are the same
outside
passes a wafting perfect
3 Comments:
Wow! I love this. It is exciting to know, through your poetry, something of India and your journey. The inspirations and impressions must be immense. What rich food for your artistry and spirit, yes? I feel grateful for your staying in touch this way, for giving me lingual windows into your experience.
Take care,
Ellen
thank you for checking in..
kari
thank you for checking in..
kari
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