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a february's frenetic festive dawn~ *thaipoosam
this
auspicious thaipoosam’s
generous streaming holy
turmeric yellow morning
sunshine...
[beats for better the croaky olden
grainy Eastman's~ rusted retro nostalgic
devoutional records... ever fervourously
aired from the suburban many Murugan
temples]
is
getting exponentially hotter whiter
over the bare~open terrace bearing
this terribly intricate mind~enveloped
me, incessantly in gapless bouts of in &
out...
….of
almost touching the core of
cellular depths... & but in well- clingy~
sliding across its moistly secreting walls
of n-seeding~hitting~digging~retrieving
spots of discrete, dimlit to highly
sparking, photonic bundles of
(sub)consciousness
the
rockhard spirited epiphytic Peepal~
Bodhi~ Arasa plantlet... leaves
out of even the fineline cracking
cemented floors.. nearby a silty grown
slender Tridax procumbens sways
a delicate determinate flexing ballerina
with its hardened knifing sharp desiccant
suncrisped flowery skeletons still withheld
as substantially browning graceful deserty
achenes..readying for a much awaited
crossborder journeys of a purposeful
dispersal...
the
cheerful Megachilid leafcutter bees
bump & dance in a surreally featherlite bull's
exuberance.. unto the Moringa's intricate
saree- printed white & yellow papilionids
springing bloomy bouquets of February's
inflorescence in an incrementally whopping
lukewarmly roasted crocinous fragrance ..its
greyey smothered twigs in virusy~ multiplied
hairy caterpillars shed as velvetty~itchy rains
uglily crawling all over the dangling semi-loose
spiral steps of a celestial~ happening spectacle
@terrace..
and
a sudden orbiting in serpentine infinities, this
haphazard projectile.. missiles at abrasing close
quarters from nowhere.. looking intently, a twice
jumbo-sized jetblack helicoptering bumblebee..
as if a droning heady spying dragonfly... buzzes
earfeed in terrifyingly piercing acoustical repeats
only to a benign vegan drowning in the powdery
pollen gigantic discs of the full petallous flagged
in radical fluoresce~ooze a blinding bloodred
Hibiscus..
the
acquainted passerine bulbul... befriended
from its nursing when once was a homeless lil
offspring.. due to its broken nest from lashing
monsoons... alights from the ironically marring
so-artistic drawn electric transmissions lines
of an urbane's distant parallelism in still bold
infra~ layouts of but a seemingly thinning
blackouts
..& flies
towards a nearer branchlet to me, to its usual
vivid discourse in its tuning fork~damp metalliic
ringing.. bluish nostalgic tongues …whilst a
faraway screeching parrot disappears quick
as Maya, the illusional aerosol skies
of forever steely ashen hung suspension
bridges ..in such diminutively miraging
monochromatic nothings ..in bloom~blotty
~dissolutions
noticing
my so-frenetically robotic poetical typing
antics from the strategic coconut treetop
for long, the binocular~birdeyed brainy
mynas modulate so flabbergasting
varifold pitching fluent frequencies.. of
pitted questions ..over this maddening
morning girl... sounding just & only
silence..
whilst
these eyes swell cloudy heavy over the tiny
white fairy hopper..stuck in its thoracic hinges
to my phone's glassy touchscreen trapster
graveyards... its fluttering soft sequined angelic
wings are heaven's blanked widows in untimely
mires of destiny… it not even waits for a tender
last touch from these already benumbed mere
alphabetical fingers …but flies off unto the pulls
in humming dignity to the quiet soul~ mingling
Westerly airs that mercilessly disintegrate
its blown ultra~lightness frame to a ritualistic
nowhere….
descending
back to the hermetic walls of the so-living
junkyard space, the potted 'Shivali~Shiuli'
tree of melancholy- sheds its night jasmine of
a sanyaasin's khaavi~ fantaish contrasting
stalks ..in immensive immersive inversions of
Shakti's devoution
..my
girls await this wayward big girl.. to~ erupt
a sudden mindblowingly disruptive or at the
least an improvisational recipe... to totally
breakdown
these
corruptly encroaching fabricated copycat
mornings ..up yet again in the same old
slavish roting monotones of a Kaliyuga's
times.
with
some outlandishly solid new smashing 'thing'
towards
each. new. now
Published 8th Feb 2020
| Edited 9th Feb 2020
Author's Note
More of a collective stream of observations .. kindling interconnectedness & deeper reflections ....you know.allz love .for us Rob xx
*Thaipoosam - festive occasion (today) of the Hindus esp. in Southern part of India-Tamilnadu, marks the birth of Lord Muruga-son of Shiva~ Parvati
pic: self- graphic collage*merge- of various web pics
*Thaipoosam - festive occasion (today) of the Hindus esp. in Southern part of India-Tamilnadu, marks the birth of Lord Muruga-son of Shiva~ Parvati
pic: self- graphic collage*merge- of various web pics
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8th Feb 2020 3:34pm
8th Feb 2020 4:24pm
streaming holy
turmeric yellow morning
sunshine...
omfg. . .I want to to a visual with just that.
the
acquainted passerine bulbul... befriended
from its nursing when once was a homeless lil
offspring..
That imagery is divine. I love the alliteration between bulbul and befriended.
..& flies
towards a nearer branchlet to me, to its usual
vivid discourse in its tuning fork~damp metalliic ( you have an extra i in metallic )
ringing.. bluish nostalgic tongues
Damn. Just damn.
That ending is magnificent - to have captured all of this in a singular moment of now—the recurring dream changing form before our eyes. I would love to have one moment with you, on a terrace drinking tea at sunrise!
turmeric yellow morning
sunshine...
omfg. . .I want to to a visual with just that.
the
acquainted passerine bulbul... befriended
from its nursing when once was a homeless lil
offspring..
That imagery is divine. I love the alliteration between bulbul and befriended.
..& flies
towards a nearer branchlet to me, to its usual
vivid discourse in its tuning fork~damp metalliic ( you have an extra i in metallic )
ringing.. bluish nostalgic tongues
Damn. Just damn.
That ending is magnificent - to have captured all of this in a singular moment of now—the recurring dream changing form before our eyes. I would love to have one moment with you, on a terrace drinking tea at sunrise!
Anonymous
8th Feb 2020 5:47pm
this is as multi-layered and delicate as a thousand butterflies entwined. your poetic sensibilities lead US. it is quite some unrivalled journey. Love Me xx
8th Feb 2020 9:08pm
Thank you for your version of emotive esoterics. I have no words to describe them...
love
J
love
J
8th Feb 2020 9:57pm
You startle me right off the bat when you describe the sun as turmeric. I cook with that everyday, good for joint pain, so the sun rises before me, in all it's deep yellow glory. You have a unique intensity, which I feel comes from a depth of awareness few possess. The details are magnified to astounding clarity. The leaves in the cracks of cement could be a jungle emerging from a ravine miles wide and deep. Describing the phone as having thoracic hinges also blew me away. I could go line by line elaborating what each says to me, which is really an immensity of presence. I love where you close. We're always in the now. The past, future, are illusory. To be so present as you are is a rapture. It is always humbling Uma.
