Baffled days sustained to aggravated nights
Suspected fear and rage in a restless sea,
Walked on high noons, tied the bloomed arms
Looked back to his scruffy shadow, with trapped heartbeats.
Speckled blades of grass and mounds of leaves
The dazzling spirals in her body and mysterious belly's peep,
Yellow -billed cuckoo, tired seeing a spearmint fading blossom
Cardinal in a maple and fall in brunette and burgundy.
Hundred silences and black images on a hazy wall
A gaze which failed to determine the depth of a canal,
Looking at a desert dune, the undulating ripples
Copse, pebble, earthenware, rattan, metal, silk, textile, snarl.
Who will listen, still no enhanced surface grasped
Where to bury this dead bird of weird stance,
Blackened with an opened mouth furnace
Kinetic words needed a stiff Chinese wall of intransience.
Soon faith buzzed with a bouquet of bees
Auspicious second century emerged, with a cosmos of vast beam,
Impossible dimensions occurred, a dome grew hopeful above the skyline
An innocent wood pulp, turned the life cycle recycling the zeal.
A writer was born, and he danced with his palms open
His thirsty spirits aware of all the pinnacles, hailed the sun
He folded the paper felt the sharp crease
And watched fervently how end meets.


Comments: 42
Hi Spencer, I am honored.
Thanks Karl, indeed! a heavy lunch:)
I will submit it soon. Thanks for the reminder.
such imagery that resonates with my own thoughts yet you have the gift to expand beyond normal visions and the ending says it all...fabulous! Thank you for lifting my day to another level, my dear Bhawana. Salud.
Hi Mariana, that's a big compliment.Thanks
Thanks Dear Natalie.
I am so happy that you found me Judi;)
What a rich and wonderful poem this is, Bhawana!
Sweet Bhawana.
Strange, dazzling poetry I will read again. At times almost a surfeit of cosmic awareness, but I applaud this, because it shows the loftiest of ambitions and the most polyphonic style: Here Bhawana you have proven to me that you can cohere your most disparate perceptions into a philosophy of history, and a story of metaphysical struggle and triumph.
You go, Girlfriend! This poem -- and the imagery -- the use of detail, very faint, almost unnoticeable use of alliteration. This piece is the gift that keeps on giving, and to think I never knew you wrote poetry. Well, silly me!
Excellent!
Bless you...
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Love & hugs - S.
and while I remember being impacted by the fervent changes in the lines,the progress ,I remember the translation was man from primitive to modern..
so regardless,if you added to it,it is magnificent and aptly chronicles man's rise into the modern era..(but continued failure to his own race..my opinion)
love ya and how are you this morning?