Rising Above

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“Poverty’s child

He starts to grind the rice,

And gazes at the moon” — Matsuo Basho

 

 

I

 

there’s a phoenix

among those hapless souls

in the bobbing boat

 

II

 

a crocus peeps

breaking unyielding ice sheet

gleefully

 

III

 

a street urchin

builds a home with charcoal

on a pavement

 

IV

 

her* dream arose

from the dungeon of darkness

she was imprisoned into

 

 

*Helen Keller

 

 

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Rising Above

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Peace

 

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Peace lives in the petals

that are plucked

off a flower

with the mantra

he loves me, he loves me not.

 

Peace hides in the dandelion

which the child blows

sending the seeds into the air

like so many tiny helicopters to return again

under a sapphire sky.

 

Peace becomes the blue lake

deep, placid, in my heart

reflecting Thy thoughts

in lotus shape,

in melting love.

 

Peace is that golden swan of light

outspreading its long wings…

flying away from the earth

into the Milky Way, in search of a home-

have we lost it forever?

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Peace @ Poets United

I Wish To Be Reunited With Her

Courtesy: Poets United

 

I sit

with a mute sea

in my heart

to be reunited

with you

 

I walk

on the path

of grief

only to rest

at your door

 

I craft now

with time-crystal

a chandelier

to be hung

on our reunion day

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Reunion @ Poets United

Memories

 

they rise like storms

with rain feet

trampling my heart-

they drown me-

I gasp, breathless-

they won’t leave

till I’m a soggy soul-

floral ones that once bloomed-

only once for a while

to light up my life-

I’ve kept them-

hidden-

pressed in between pages

of my dream.

 

Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Memories @ Poets United