Guest guest Posted September 19, 2007 Report Share Posted September 19, 2007 Sat Nam! I have written a poem(prose?)- if you dont mind reading it I would appreciate it The Shadow Self Lips curled up for the kiss- cut twice before embrace, cut the tongue that tied us together. Because lately the words are voids sinking deeper into themselves, I seal my silence in your restless domain- lip balm that further chaps the surface. It hides among our needle stack- like a thin straw of hay- the response to curled lips. It breathes with pigeonholes patterned synchronous to a failing cardiac rhythm. The moment of death stretched out among months of karmic retribution. What am I to do? Whose banana peel did I slip on? What if the wind washes out my deserted sand castles? Who will find my corpse and shout " To this one we have served justice, to his spirit we should give loving farewells as we cast his flesh down the water wells of yesterdays harvest- let his drought remind us of the consequences of mindless meandering. " ? The shadowy self, the lost pieces of my face, the limbs I have discarded on the path to my soul, I must recollect and bring together this naked premonition. A thousand shadows, casted outward by a thousand suns, have covered the invisible landscape behind me, making pastel hues out of vibrant fragments of intentions... who can save me from my own unfinished sentences? Only Truth. Namaste. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 22, 2007 Report Share Posted September 22, 2007 Sat Nam I am Chithra,I very much appreciate your poem,I have saved this poem to read it again and again. madhatterart <madhatterart wrote: Sat Nam! I have written a poem(prose?)- if you dont mind reading it I would appreciate it The Shadow Self Lips curled up for the kiss- cut twice before embrace, cut the tongue that tied us together. Because lately the words are voids sinking deeper into themselves, I seal my silence in your restless domain- lip balm that further chaps the surface. It hides among our needle stack- like a thin straw of hay- the response to curled lips. It breathes with pigeonholes patterned synchronous to a failing cardiac rhythm. The moment of death stretched out among months of karmic retribution. What am I to do? Whose banana peel did I slip on? What if the wind washes out my deserted sand castles? Who will find my corpse and shout " To this one we have served justice, to his spirit we should give loving farewells as we cast his flesh down the water wells of yesterdays harvest- let his drought remind us of the consequences of mindless meandering. " ? The shadowy self, the lost pieces of my face, the limbs I have discarded on the path to my soul, I must recollect and bring together this naked premonition. A thousand shadows, casted outward by a thousand suns, have covered the invisible landscape behind me, making pastel hues out of vibrant fragments of intentions... who can save me from my own unfinished sentences? Only Truth. Namaste. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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