This summer - his view poem by Radhamani sarma

 

Poem of the week: Reflection by Peter Scupham

 

This summer - his view

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Looking through the window,

Sky and stars, blue sky, blue firmament,

 far off waves from the dashing Blue,

 His Summer’s special note .

 

Flowers clipped from buds,

flown by the wings of fast

moving, dashing against

all  both sad  and suave,

 

now  touch him and go;

a refreshment from bath tub,

 lavender soap permeate,

while inward reflection

 

stays and journeys through

his mould and mind now cool.

His charmed soul, his mind

floating carefree  and buoyant ,

 

now imprisoned in a cradle

perhaps imperfect he visions,

beyond his nerve  and verve

where he is yet to be aware.

 

His summer now sails him

far away, to a  vanishing

from this imperfect coil

to a far distant wandering.

His flute- his time and mood… ******* Guardian july 17

 Poem of the week: Iota and Theta … by Osip Mandelstam

 His flute- his time  and mood…

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He earnestly worships the Greeks,

Yet no recitals despite his  eager wait

For long, how long we don’t know.

He is so divinely attached to flute,

Ever in his active rhythmic mouth

Fingers tuned well  to notes  of melody.

All by himself, all recollecting name

Of his birthplace,   musical composers

He records, composes anew fresh and melodic.

Age  and weariness, take their times and toll

Mild impact on my lips and hands

Laying aside my flute in a corner now.

All for one, now gone. After guardian) Tennyson ---

 All  for  one, now gone. 

Waves break, dash against stones, 

dash against my moves, sentiments,

my concern for  the begone, pitiable,

words beyond expression.

Meet the agile sailor with oars,

 talk to the fisherman keen on net,

replete with fish pounce and play,

you are with a  sad tone sing a song;

A song full of recollection,

Melody  of moments gone and spent

in togetherness of mutual understanding,

melody still in me even after silence.

All for the one, gone now, now

deserting me in wilderness,

hereafter a day is waste, waste

beyond  repair  and no words express.

 

Waiting for its own time RDHAMANI SARMA

 

Waiting for its own time

Waiting for its own time

 

Her well observant eyes

 see  a  Clock a clay,

beneath fresh green grass,

soon to settle atop,

in colors and steady wings.

 

 

No matter rocky winds

or rains falling stupendous

overtaking roofs and huts,

she stays stubborn and calm,

Clock a clay never unsettles;

 

Spinning day into night,

 night into day, night into day,

into its penfold, slow and watch

“Red black spotted clock a clay”

Seemless wonder again and again.

 

A loner, watcher, all by itself

Waiting for its time of day.

 

Rolling on her mat... Metverse MUSE JULY 22 Radhamani sarma

 

 

Rolling on her mat….

 

One septuagenarian  all by herself,

mood of calm and  detached  in green shelf,

stored by experience bitter  and vast,

no matter  how much storms  rise aghast!

 

All years go by leaving marks and shocks,

how much this  innocent and  unexpected blocks,

fish and crab in net to be  burned  alive,

some force pulls out playful yet make them thrive;,

 

we are here why we know not, she ponders,

submitting to a force beyond our ruggers,

rolling again on a  mat tattered and old,

with thinking anew all set for harmless and  gold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

for a celestial swim too Radhamani sarma

 

 

For a celestial  swim  too

 

All through the night

A special charm and crave

Of my body for swim

A first step for clean

Body and mind  in total

Soothing, freedom of tension.

 

Night taps me, a relief

from sleeping mode,

Relief for struggling body

On bed, relief from so much

Of chaos  tampering self ;

Day by day, waves of conflict

 

That trigger weakening mode,

Controlled by this new apparatus;

Swim and sail and sweep

A mantra creeping within,

After  the pull , a rest  and calm

Reschedules its  original sway!

 

 No lemon, neither any cool juice

Will enable from this swim and sway,

Only serene calm self into its abode

Of withdrawal aiming for more

and more time for this celestial

Swim in its abode.