Poetry in Our Times
1. Utterance from an Urn
Only when we looked around we saw
A subliminal longing, in an unaccustomed mouth
Birth of lettered rhymes.
2. "A Face Like Ours"
Poetry is a face inviting a peek
A thought that carves the Ajanta grace – a smile, a pause
Poetry’s guest. Liberated words.
3. "Doors vs. Darkness"
Silent waters upon those door frames
The choice is of clarity of shards, not darkness
The face splatters like meters. A welcome chant.
4. "Airborne, We Sing"
Our times is a kite for our hands
To say nothing of the birds. Alphabetic. Soaring
The face, this poetry, defy disbelief of metaphors.
Images: sketches in poster color by me, on paper and then scanned
2 comments:
The drawings are fantabulous!
The poems are all sublime -- in fact they read like first principles.
In the last one birds automatically reads as words - which is a magical touch to say the least.
The first one I especially liked.
Any one else would have written it without the first line, and to use Anne Shirley's fave expression, only a "kindred spirit" would add: [i]only[/i] when we looked around...
thanks Rhett! 4 commandments, shall we call them? However there's little of commanding there! I like the birds (kite) a lot and the "urn" is my favorite... thanks for reading friend!
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