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holy volatilities of a seeming inadequacy, (em)powers her
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dawning's staple
the samba rice simmers..
under severely auclaving cooker's
gone-routine HTST pressurizing
a series of...zzzz.. noisy
facial whistleblower
afterall, in a plethora
of thrown over chaos
- a thick volcanically erupting
yeasty ketosis stench pervades
with a traceably random felt comforting
steamy grainy aromatic goodness
the latter
that which unfortunately
needs to be the whole
is a ridiculous miniscule, that..
7.
..... strikingly reminds her
of melting butters, not to blame
its typically stink~emanating notes
- the almost same compositional
vaporous ketonic 'off'-(beatical)-molecules
are surprisingly yet addictively afloat
in readymade intakabilities
in a limitlessly no-rationing
stipulations.... such is this
hungering beast over the elusive
beautous delicacies
4.
Yes. YES. the ELUSIVELY EVASIVE
just like the deeply heaving anguish
of her mother's heaviness
unspelt and unmelting...in
a hardness, over her
so stoicness-
her incarnate naiveties
are tender bubbling fragilities of
Nature...in lucratively naked nacreousness
evokes tresspassers' destructive whims
prematurely rudely aborting
her nascent sphericities
0.
ironical to those harsh
doomsday hyping critiques
overstating of an assailable her
in cacophonous fears...
silencing all of their plaquing mouths
albeit her dangerously damaged depths
are her seismic juggernauts
rolling out and paving down
the Kailash Range to the Khyber Pass
as smoothly ice-levelled
mirroring glacial amphitheatres
- staging her raging Kali's rudrathandav
to hunt down the Kaliyug Asuras
-and in her needful bridal transcendence
the celebrated Parvati in eternal devoutions
to her fusing ever Shiva
Published 28th Sep 2019
Author's Note
For Love. For Us. you know xx
For All Mothers, All Daughters xx
For All Mothers, All Daughters xx
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28th Sep 2019 2:33pm
I devour and cherish poems which takes us to the heart and the hearth of nurture, the love which nourishes us inside and out. I was right there with the first few lines, hooked and mesmerized by the sounds, the aroma the beautiful depiction and description, the vividness thorough and thorough. This is gorgeously weaved Dear Uma, i like this very much!! <3
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28th Sep 2019 3:17pm
Ironic, perhaps, that I read this sublime genuflection to home comforts on returning from Mum visit. Her hands which once cooked with love are now a trembling torment, From generation to generation, we remain one nation. This is delicious paean to love and tenderness. Genius. Love Me xx
28th Sep 2019 6:08pm
I was just describing under my last write how love is an action. In your opening stanza, the samba rice cooking, the act of making a morning meal is a living embodiment of love, a love often entrusted to women, down through the ages. I make breakfast most mornings for my elderly mother, these days. Her arthritis pain is bad in the morning, lessening some throughout the day. I usually make scrambled eggs and toast. I'm not much of a cook, but you can look like a gourmet, making eggs. Where you speak of a mother's heaviness, it makes me think of the other most identifiable female sacred act, that of carrying and birthing a child. The poem title reminds me of a revelation I've had on occasion, that my greatest awakenings were always birthed through times of great suffering and, through this, I discovered the purpose of suffering: awakening, transformation. Powerful write to behold and contemplate.
28th Sep 2019 6:18pm
I honestly feel I have no words after this, Uma. I simply want to sink into its whirlpool feeling and absorb its energy. The form contributes wonderfully to the content - I can truly tell how intricately you applied your skills and wisdom here.
29th Sep 2019 12:27pm
The connection to the importance of generations-the going of one, the growing of another, but always joined by love and memory. Well done uma.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
1st Oct 2019 1:28am
Sublime!!!! I have a painting of Kali...and it simply says...I destroy to create...love that. As I love this incredible piece of poetry uma.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
