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[unpredictablebijou]

Ages of Brahma

It is all
just a wave-wash on a beach, up and back
once left for a moment on the sand
separate from the water, for a moment,
then back into Krishna’s arms, back to become
the ocean you’ve always been.

 

[Tathagata]

Ages of Brahma

It is all
just a wave-wash on a beach, up and back
once left for a moment on the sand
separate from the water, for a moment,
then back into Krishna’s arms, back to become
the ocean you’ve always been.

just
what I needed to hear

Namaste and thank you

 

[wildsweetone]

a little inkling...

a rose (called 'The Fairy)

and a thought...

My October Spring

Change is in the air,
The trees are agitated. They feel
the sap sprint to their limb tips,
feel the leaves burst
from their branches. They sway
and shiver in the morning gust,
a tell that tenacity of October
has begun.

 

[Tathagata]

a little inkling...

a rose (called 'The Fairy)

and a thought...

My October Spring

Change is in the air,
The trees are agitated. They feel
the sap sprint to their limb tips,
feel the leaves burst
from their branches. They sway
and shiver in the morning gust,
a tell that tenacity of October
has begun.

beautiful picture
looks a little like a lotus blossom

i love the trees being " agitated"
thanks WSO

 

[Angeline]

at last October
low to the ground
like mustard gas
enters the yard
cat fog with
a hunched back it's gaze
fixed
on the last bright orphans of summer
still clinging to stalks
a babe at it's mothers breast
still too weak
too green
and this will be it's ruin

October is a carrion bird
with " Carpe deim"
across it's picket fence wing span
it smells of rotting apples and pumpkin guts
It is a month of disembowelment
of cleansing
making sure all is ready
all are sufficiently weakened and cowed
when the frost king makes his arthritic arrival

It's very good. The fog and the yellow (mustard gas) reference made me think of Eliot's Prufrock.

 

[wildsweetone]

beautiful picture
looks a little like a lotus blossom

i love the trees being " agitated"
thanks WSO

i can feel the agitation... when i sit in my garden seat under the frangipani with my cup of tea in the morning, the sun comes up and that Spring blue sky looks down and it's as if the very air is shaking ready to explode with warmth. the daisies on the grass arch their backs, their faces seek the sun. and then, with the craziness that is Auckland, the clouds come over and i'm racing inside to avoid being hit by hail and lightening and the cat smirks because he hasn't moved from his warm spot in the window.

 

[Paris_Garters]

Alchemies

Gold is the metal of the sun
Silver of the moon
Yours, mercury
and iron for Mars
I wrap myself
in wings, rays of sun
the alchemy
Gemini, centaur

The five points of a star; hands feet head
uncurled
I am a circle: abraxas
they turn copper, silver, gold
in alchemies of flesh, of hands
heat and cold mixing
quicksilver of the mouth
the vessel under which
heat is applied: the change
is made
Sophia, Philosopher’s stone, rises
gold apple
white lily
and the blossoming wand

Wither sith
to walk against
in arrows
counter clockwise
we are undoing the names
of each other, reaching
underneath, to peer out
from below the leaf as it spirals
widdershins
up the branch
mouth against mouth
turned to face the sun.

 

[Paris_Garters]

birthday

What I want is you for a present
What I want is the candied force of you
the hammer of sugar
how you split me neatly in two

 

[Tathagata]

Alchemies

Gold is the metal of the sun
Silver of the moon
Yours, mercury
and iron for Mars
I wrap myself
in wings, rays of sun
the alchemy
Gemini, centaur

The five points of a star; hands feet head
uncurled
I am a circle: abraxas
they turn copper, silver, gold
in alchemies of flesh, of hands
heat and cold mixing
quicksilver of the mouth
the vessel under which
heat is applied: the change
is made
Sophia, Philosopher’s stone, rises
gold apple
white lily
and the blossoming wand

Wither sith
to walk against
in arrows
counter clockwise
we are undoing the names
of each other, reaching
underneath, to peer out
from below the leaf as it spirals
widdershins
up the branch
mouth against mouth
turned to face the sun.

I really like this:

Sophia, Philosopher’s stone, rises
gold apple
white lily
and the blossoming wand

you should put this in the naughty poetry challenge
Nice writing

 

[Tathagata]

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[Tathagata]

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[Angeline]

He gave his heart away
from me, left mine in the corner
with dust bunnies and peanut shells.
I didn't mind. I'm used
to shells and the empty spaces
they hold. I'm used
to spaces I write loss
in the flickers left between
the curls of faith. I have nowhere
left to go, not even asleep
because I keep having dreams
about children I can't find. I keep
waking to heart pounding
emptiness and the ocean echo
isn't really anywhere. Not even
the shells are real.

 

[Paris_Garters]

I really like this:

Sophia, Philosopher’s stone, rises
gold apple
white lily
and the blossoming wand

you should put this in the naughty poetry challenge
Nice writing

thank you. I think I missed the deadline for that, though. I have admired a lot of the work here and just thought I'd try contributing. It is nice to get feedback.

PG

 

[ghost_girl]

It's very good. The fog and the yellow (mustard gas) reference made me think of Eliot's Prufrock.

me too!

it also made me think of--

fog creeping in on little cat feet

love the poem, Tath.

~~~~~



Fog, by Carl Sandburg-

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

 

[Tathagata]

me too!

it also made me think of--

fog creeping in on little cat feet

love the poem, Tath.

thanks GG
now I have to go read Prufrock

 

[TheRainMan]

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[Minervous]

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[Angeline]

Shower

The water runs over his body
like nymph's fingers,
cool and dispassionate
as weather. How different
would be my liquid flow
were I suddenly made rain.

This is lovely. Thanks for posting it.

 

[Tathagata]

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[PandoraGlitters]

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[ghost_girl]

her laughter
plays in my heart
it makes the edges soft
the seas calm
and lengthens my arms
so I can embrace the whole world

That is one lucky little angel there. And you are one lucky Papa
She certainly brings out the beauty in your poetics, Tath.
This is perfection.

 

[sophieloves]

lazy moon

laid on her back
one third full
dull-bellied

when will they realise
she only shines brightest
when the one she orbits
stops eclipsing the light?

 

[Tathagata]

That is one lucky little angel there. And you are one lucky Papa
She certainly brings out the beauty in your poetics, Tath.
This is perfection.

It's sappy and self indulgent
but also true


thank you

 

[Tathagata]

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[Paris_Garters]

For the Osiris

Wise one, deeper than my own bones
once the observer, the angel underneath
now you hover over me in ways that make me think
anything is likely: water and earth may mix.
My imaginary eye, my pillar
Center of the temple
partner in crime, you become real
in harvest, in the gathering of your limbs each day
the bones that spread themselves in luxury
over me as we become landscape.
New creature, first priest
you roam my corridors as your own underworld
you admire their darknesses.
O you are the teeth of mountains
the spiral of sand
You are a sleeping planet that I watch from a distance
You are what I look around corners to see
You are a red ribbon around my waist
You are a new flame in my belly.