How can desert windFeed such magenta tremorInto parched thistle thorn?
Like dervish skirts freethe tissue thin hearts float shameless crimson, white and sin free
Tangled , tri-colored tight, tongues of fire, spilled […]
Awoke with a tune in my head —A few bars, ribbons blue,floating loose over the bed.
A febrile logic tries and tries againto place it. What is it ? What name?A movie score - that Mozart bit from Out of Africa?An echo from Grieg’s Norse cave?Straining, impatient, I link upto other snatched notes.It’s […]
The rings, blessed, are forced, […]
“Open the door to that which must go,
for the loss becomes unseemly when obstructed.”
R.Tagore (Fireflies)
What must go?
And go pronto?
Well, for starters
That Doubt that trills
on the willow branch,
so alluring, outside your window,
on a clear spring day.
It sings its acid song
so sweetly, you nearly sing along.
“Who are you?” it honeys on
“To claim the morn?
Who are you…….?”
~ Maria […]
Fingers open like fronds
in a child’s garden
where fireflies play in ancient trees
From air to earth they dig
and raise back to sky
clods moist, waiting to form
Kneading clumps of clay, like bread,
shapes moist with longings, hurts and sunlight
A foot upon the time worn wheel… until
The amorphous vessel forms
Hands and clay are one
A Pause; a Doubt;
The […]
