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~of a 2 random flashed paradisiacal poetic symbolisms.. of an otherwise prosaic day
1.
the messy mosquito window mesh
loaded with immortally chamfering
dusts over their each tiny squaring in
portals.. today had a surprise guest
not just knocking its door .. but falling
vertically flat & stuck..in a 90 degree
‘sashtanga namaskaram’ over the
waiting portal doors.. its iridescence
was a killer nacreous shine.. though
a dorsal beauty, away from my direct
visions.. only
her horrific ventral side.. of a boggy
brown muddiness.. in a nauseating
thoraxo-abdominal segmentational
nakedness.. was streaming straight
into my irises
a beautifully stinking plant bug- this literally
a tiny yet a beastly obnoxiously fixated .. this
blatant bugger, a pest of a guest .. or ..
is it a fairy divinity testing one’s soul ..in their
such camouflaging dirty browns over the overly
laden dusts
..in a lively throbbing tiny templed metallic shine
as if a paradisiacal peacockish hued miraculous
bug.. planted with within & amidst amongst the
whatever worse adversities a day is in the offering
killer designs stenches whatnots…
2.
this hot summer dusk’s a floating melancholic
semi-darkness skies.. peering hard into the pitch
black tarring road.. i wonder in shock .. as i see a
scatter of shattered glassy beads .. as if a post-
accident zone from perhaps the cab glasses….
to my pleasantly rocking surprise, such feltness
for the first time i feel.. this a totally paradisiacal
white snowy~ starry bed in spread.. of million tiny
flowered perfumery.. catalytic of this, are the
sweeping breezy to ama slight wild windy eve ..
shaking this tree in angelic joshing laughters..
what is it.. this tree ..
i google these flowers .. that i quickly collect
..partially from the roads .. & some from their
slender hanging inflorescence .. of this a still
dancing whispering tree..
typical of a fabaceae (pea family) tree’s flora ..
its like a butterflying papilionaceous white.. yet
with a shock value.. an embedded element of
horror.. its dark calyces are as if an ominous
alive spot.. as a voraciously hidden plaguing
swarm of black locusts.. waiting to do all the
cleanly swiping off damage.. to flesh & soul..
in no left over traceabilities even
search results:: it is this : the Japanese
Pagoda tree .. or the Chinese scholar tree..
a slow grow dragon of a deciduous tree.. now
as a lean figurine
this stands before me.. as a young zealous soul..
clad in evergreen smiles & in rainy white hanging
racemes all over its contours.. unknown of its own
legend.. singing dancing in its humble disposition..
Published 19th Mar 2025
Author's Note
Image: from web . The Japanese Pagoda tree
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19th Mar 2025 9:38pm
Lovely. A wonderful and seasonal piece. Just in time for spring. I can feel it in the air. Nice work Uma.
20th Mar 2025 3:51am
Beautifully penned, Uma. Wonderful imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Damian
Yesterday 1:01pm
I love your love of nature and trees, Uma. It's something we share, dear Sister. You capture both the essence of their existence as well as blooms in your poetry.
