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~of the teas and rafflesias, of life and death respectively:)(
nope, don’t put that cold
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas in ferment or not
sipping each hour, hot
cuppa this & any day .. no
hikes i crave in those steady
thought maps in
a lightness carry
hits you build in your shots
in those sudden loud peaks
dies off as quick as they had
come.. still the slavish masses
you made addictive to death ..
speaks of your hidden agenda
whilst the polite tea brews in
as summer Gulmohar flower..
sinks slow inner the electric
lightning brains .. saintly
moderates
their crashing momentum
in a cheery uplifting thousand
petallous lotus bloom- the
purplish white Sahasrara
chakra bloom.. in chants of love
my Shiva.. ..
eternal youthful yogic
radiance in its flexing asanas
as entwining ShivaicShakti
kundalini fusing clarity..
and in its silent meditating
dhyanas .. in One cosmic
reverberant humming
Om ..
the robust caffeinated rafflesia
in maniacal sex hungering flesh
.. makes over it’s cosmetic
facade as flashy whoring reds
in polka dotted miniscule whites..
as an artlessly waiting predacious
corpse face.. in a pretty morbid
sleeplessness..
&
the stinking floatative sink
full of impoverishingly faded
split up auburn hairs.. from
the global heated up
autumnal dooming
greyey craniums..
there will be a young ever
golden dawn, in the such
nascent sunning Darjeeling,
Assam Ceylon & Nilgiri
gardens.. in
the brewing theobromines.
pure divine tea - a metaphor
of whatever is
the One truth
of
l o v e
Published 5th Jan 2025
Author's Note
image: web. The Rafflesia bloom .. that blooms once in many years only .. it’s called the Stinking Corpse Lily .
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5th Jan 2025 12:48pm
The detail and intricacy in this poem is phenomenal. Well written Uma.
5th Jan 2025 6:37pm
5th Jan 2025 2:20pm
It's a weird and wonderful world
which produces a parasitic plant
much like biological fiction, a kin
of science fiction?
And to write about such is no mean
feat and I do like cup of hot cocoa
and that contains theobromine tho'
I didn't know until I read this work
and looked up theobromine. We live
and learn, through others. Thanks.
which produces a parasitic plant
much like biological fiction, a kin
of science fiction?
And to write about such is no mean
feat and I do like cup of hot cocoa
and that contains theobromine tho'
I didn't know until I read this work
and looked up theobromine. We live
and learn, through others. Thanks.
5th Jan 2025 6:39pm
your curious & amazing mind & pure soul with which you art n bond.. i ever love dear Rew.. your words n read means a lot to me xxxx
6th Jan 2025 3:30am
15th Jan 2025 3:31am
Uma, you take tea and make is an epic poem with eloquently intertwined imagery that sings to me in the rhythm of Darjeeling's best brew reminding me of the pleasures of tea that you make into a numinous poem.
John
John
