After Guardian’s Rest.

 

 

After Guardian’s  Rest.

 

Oh! Earth, be close with her

Always wary and care for her well-being,

 Extend your hand of reason, a realm

Fair in times of distress  and digression,

Share  her merry laughter  and mood,

Till her time fate sealing her end,

 Slowly lead her to the moment of silence

and resignation, song and celebration

Serenity and lull for another move;

Still getting shaped and silent.

She  closes  her eyes, against her will

Her body unmoving on a cot,

All by herself,  only Eternity hugs her

For another world, realm, and garden,

Where she reaps plenty of peace.

 

Poem of the week: Montale’s Lemons by Ishion Hutchinson

 

 

Poem of the week: Montale’s Lemons by Ishion Hutchinson

 

 How much of lemon flows..

How much of lemon and   lemonade flow….

In her  home of  summer garden

 Yellow lemons as big as   big

as her jewel box, special mellow

coming out of orchard, where boys

buoyant with kites  play and aim

lemons, no longer they are toys to play;

 

lemons, trees, special aura from garden

as if from their jar just pounded lemons

with juice and flavor to serve a treat

of some VIPS and guests of gathering vital.

Majestic, the master of the house enters

Not askance at the boys, but with all

endeared looks of favor and affinity.

 

Swinging a   book of classics in his hand,

Master looks up at those of luminescent

Lemons hanging as if attached to the leaves.

All to feel at home, to feel the imbibe aura

of lemon and lemonade, a victorious flag  atop.

 

My home, my place of remedy and calyx

Where lemon blossoms are  handy in all shapes.

Glory of morn (for Oct 2021) RADHAMANI

 

 

Glory of morn      (for   Oct 2021)

 

His milking the cow

In the early morn,

when dawn and wisdom

Of  sunlight  merge

in his   agile fingers

managing the show.

Indeed a tough show

for the dead calf  all tied

made to stand before the cow

to give a fond affection, by lick.

 

 

it is not an easy show,

for  pity for dead  and alive

runs in between there;

  the owner and sweet

cute little girl   of five

witnessing agile the usual;

a custom she does not

want to miss, for the

taste of first sip of milk

child eager   NOT to miss

 

fresh and accustomed;

far  off   somebody stands

for a philosophy, to be

comprehended complete:

why almost  an adage

somebody’s toil

 elsewhere the beneficiary.

Happening  around us

Happening now unquestioned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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All by yourself Radhamani sarma

 

Poem of the week: Musings by William Barnes

All by yourself

A summer  to behold, to experience

With all flowers  and gatherings,

by pool and pond and kites and fishing nets

A joy pure in summer.

By my side, summer fair, dealing fair,

 Visits to city  fair  in colorful apparels

Unique  and till evening sharing all joy!

Sunsets  with colorful ambience,

But my mood of writing by river,

Unbated with my quill and flair,

no girl in the past, no love failed,

for home  and duty replete with care :

time’s calculation  in different compartment,

makes me set on another  journey,

coals ’coats  and jerkins in wintry bed

 make me ruminate on  different shed,

seasons  and shifts are there permeate,

but nothing like fair summer in bloom

and trees’ blossom with fragrance

all touch and go  your mood  and mind

summer  grand is on its bloom.

Poem of the week: Before the Map by Carola Luther ( guardian) Night’s warmth they are:

 

Poem of the week: Before the Map by Carola Luther ( guardian)

Night’s warmth they are:

We need our imagination,

We need our specific likes

to be explored and effected;

 I write, I sense a special 

sense of hills, their stay

by mound and by floors,

 I call them, cows, cattle,

 the waste, the mound

 the coil to roll, create

 a mood of mystery and awe.

In my mind’s map 

they keep rolling 

I keep assigning them

their own places, status,

smells and distance,

 my pastime, my pleasure;

in the world vast, they 

give me company immense

in their innocence, ignorance.

Multidimensional approach