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Have you ever witnessed a murmuration…that beautiful and wondrous sight…when birds all together change directions in the middle of their flight?
Seemingly they work as one…as the flock swoops left, right, lower and higher…murmuration is another reminder of nature’s beauty and her ability to inspire.
I noticed them walking ahead of us on the beach…an older couple holding hands…and I marveled at the graceful synchronicity with which they walked upon the sand.
There, with the waves of the ocean splashing on the shore, in the midst of the setting sun…were two people walking together…but they seemed to walk as one.
I stood there for a moment…mesmerized…my eyes wide open…unblinking…for it seemed that as they walked…each one knew what the other one was thinking.
Perhaps they’ve waked together for so long…perhaps they knew every inch along this sand…or perhaps they gave each other silent signals as they held each other’s hand.
Whatever the reason, to me, the beauty of the beach that day was thoroughly enhanced…for this couple did not just walk together on the sand…they danced.
Suddenly a flock of birds circled overhead…just out of our reach…and I felt blessed to watch a murmuration in the sky…and another on the beach.
And I wondered…were these birds heading in this direction or was it purely by chance…and seeing this older couple decided to join them in their dance.
After watching the sunset…the beach was deserted…we found ourselves alone…so I immediately took Deborah’s hand in mine…to dance a murmuration of our own.
It is something I’ll never forget…how we bathed in the beauty and the wonder nature can create…and how, following in an old couple’s footprints,
we learned it only takes two…to murmurate.
L’amour est la poésie des sens -Honoré de Balzac
Translation: Love is the poetry of the senses.
At dawn, I look through the window
at the cerulean sky…enjoy a few moments of perfect
Tranquility.
Today sky melancholic, mirroring my
heart, my mind, my memories -
my present, my past - all I can see
in the azure clouds softly floating by!
I lost you many years ago!
Why, and how!
A girl in early teens…windswept leaves murmur tales of longing,
my heart used to tremble, waiting for you,
beat like the tender whisper of a meandering stream
splashing at the pebbles!
You were my soulmate…
We were very young…somehow we recognized
an unspoken bond, we were for each other.
You told me much later …you loved to watch me,
in your words,
“a dainty lass in a golden yellow poncho,
fluttering around in our garden like a butterfly”!
You didn't forget the colour, did you?
I collected flowers for my mother to decorate her vase,
So strange, you got up at dawn to be with me…
Nowadays those emotions feel like unreal fairy tales,
Do modern teenagers care about flowers and books…
Technology has replaced the breathtaking romance we experienced!
But the question is - how did I lose you?
Growing up - my family moved to the city -
University was the goal for children!
You were brilliant…you got a scholarship
to go to the most prestigious university..
And your parents were ecstatic to send you…
Communication was not that great in our time,
Handwritten letters took days to reach by snail-speed mail,
University was rigorous, medicine was even tougher….
you dedicated your life to serving the needy,
I lost you … as if in the maze of a spider-web,
in the process of building our future!
My Love, would you believe, till today
I wake up at vermillion dawn, and
those memories come flooding back
like rolling emerald waves at the beach!
resonate like melodies serenading from a temple-bell...
Our love was true and pure,
our love was the best thing ever could happen,
to my life,
and probably to your life!
But…..
How long does a drop last?
An eternity or dry up fast?
Wiped away by a towel
Or drank away with a swallow
Just a little drop of wet
Not in the ocean yet
But when they meet
They splash and crash
As they greet
Deep down in the sea
In and out of gills
So many wonders to see
Swooshing about with thrills
Washed up ashore
When heat begins to attack
Evaporate and grow more
Riding on a clouds back
How long will that cloud last?
Growing big and vast
Until temperature cools
And gravity rules
So down came that water drop
Into a river with a flop
Flowing fast and splashing
Into a pool savagely thrashing
Down a pipe, in fact
Coming out of a tap
Have you ever just sat
Thinking time has passed
How long does that drop last
North and south snowy mass
Frozen in time forever trapped
Part of a larger ice cap
ANCESTRAL AROMA
Touching my birthplace, river Holy Ganges flowing in delight.
After sunset, me standing on stream strand watching tranquil twilight.
Before fading, depressed diffused rays infusing vermilion on pellucid sky.
Parrots perched on nests: Framing flowery garland eager egrets flying by..
Intermittent tone of mockingbirds in cadence makes me alert.
Dusk darkens, startling calls of menagerie of jackals suddenly start.
Rhythmic splashing of little brittle restless ripples in continued monotony.
Overwhelmed, enchanted sensing inherited consciousness in harmony.
Frangipani spreading luscious fragrance recalling soul to search past trail.
Gentle zephyr in amazing ambient spreading ancestral aroma to inhale.
01/08/18
Edited on 04/11/20
First Place
'STRAND PICK 8' Contest by Brian Strand
“The flight of butterflies designs in gloomy mind the collage
of ecstasy, framed by the beauty of life” – by Poet
My ebullient emotion replicates the wings of butterflies,
fluttering on the rhapsodic ripples of the blissful breeze,
and before they all float away to the fading obscurity far,
stop designing for me a flying scenic formation of fulfillment,
I take my lonesome journey through the corridor of hope,
across the wasteland of despair, greening in gorgeous imagery,
or along the gloomy garden path, shining with garnet glitter,
splashing on the blooming saplings, swathed by sunburst colors.
I then perceive my mesmerized marooned mind unfurl in a trance
the receptive convivial canvas of superlative sensuality,
painted with colors of sublime beauty, crafting collage of euphoria.
I learned on a relic...quite bent out of shape,
rusty and dented..... and not even quaint!..,
An rattle-trap, hand-me-down, that had seen better days
A ten year old's wishes, had faded away....
But, then on my birthday, as I opened my eyes...
There sat a beauty, my birthday surprise
My very first bike.....shiny and red!!
My dreams had come true.....as I jumped out of bed!!!
I tore off the ribbon, to take a good look
No time now, for breakfast, no time now, to groom
I jumped into my clothes, and then burst from the room
Onto the sidewalk, and into the street
Shouting to everyone.. "Will you come, look at me??!!!"
With legs long and tan, I began peddling fast
The sun hid it's shine, the cold wind was brash
Breeze blew through my hair and into my face
With time on my side, I was winning a race!
We were sailing along, I could hear the wheels spin
Over the hills, where often I'd been!
Clutching the handles, pumping my knees
I flew past the graveyard, as I peddled with ease
Far down the lane that circles the fields
With rows of tall corn stalks, all waiting to yield
Passing the warehouse that sold Daddy's seed
I flew past the postman, and the church near the square!
A turn 'round the corner, the train depot there!
Splashing through puddles along the bumpy old track
My legs kept on peddling......with no looking back!!
Didn't notice the dark clouds or storm in the sky
The air was so sweet as I held my arms high
Was I dreaming? I didn't care...as I glided in time
All the happiness I felt, all the joy of that I ride!
I remember that birthday....that's been hidden inside..
Look at me!! Look at me!! On my red bike, it's me!!
Don't you see??!!! Don't you see!!! ... That young girl was me!!
Like a clock that's unwinding..!! That is me that you see!!
I remember....I remember....How happy and free
As those wheels spin beneath me
Look at me !!!!!!!!! Do you see??
Free as a bird....it is me, it is me!!!
Wheeeeeeeee!!!!
Throwing
Up
I throw up.
Jumping
Rope
I jump rope.
Walking
Run
Let's walk and run.
Tattle-
Tale
You tattletale,
Bouncing
House
Bounce your house.
Gathering
Round
We gather round.
Firing
Pit
The fire pit...
Action
Figure
What action figure?
Nobody's
Nose
Nobody's nose, nobody nose—
Tackle
Football
Play football and tackle me.
Inline
Skating
Roller
Blading
Same-Thing(s)
Skate
Boarding
We skate board.
Different-Thing(s)
Tracking
Fielding
Track and field
Golf
Club
In a golf club...
Trailer
Park
House
Party
Same-Thing(s)
Living
Dying
Different-Thing(s)
Picture
Perfect
You're picture-perfect.
Lightning
Thunder
Booming
Crashing
and
Splashing
and
Slashing
Throwing
Up
I throw up.
Roller
Coaster
Ferris
Wheel
Are you for real?
Yes
Sir
Sir yes sir!
Dude
Man
Man
Dude
Dude man-man dude-dude man...
Man
Dude...
Please
Thanks
Say please and thanks.
Man
Dude
Rock
Roll
It's time to rock and roll.
Help
Me
Help
You
Thanking me
And thank you too,
For
Throwing
Up.
6/17/2017
When the heart falls
from a great height
heavily burdened
Heaven is blinded
beyond karma's sake
where only the victim
remains truly denied vision
Begging mercy holds
love soulfully touching
within a deafening silence
burning fire aches inside hate
Walking into the desert oasis
of one soul putting on shoes
of another's hurt exposed
Sorrow enters with grief stricken sadness
as this world turns upside down madness
pain dark side unpleasant place
God forsaken feelings dwell hopeless
cast as meaningless without hope
with excuses to match each strike
the game played out perfect
Lost in each living teardrop exposed
precious holding crystal memories
diamonds splashing clear
soaked by beauty kissed
Salted remains cherished
helps expose true loyalties gift
opens doors to ungrateful grit
The hidden truth has a voice
speaks within your guilt under toned
there it hides behind a mask blinded
playing someone for the fool
My mind is euphoric from scenes historic
Assyrian chariots innovative wheels bristling Mesopotamian plains
Paring the ranks of each, dated infantry formation
In Greece, anesthetizing anvil of the Dorian invasion
Glorious bronze relics supplanted by cheaper iron distillation
Persian armies: Greek hoplites, Scythian archers; mercenary aggrandization
Shrinking rebel hordes in Asia Minor's wars of attrition
The venal nature of imperial Rome's persuasion
Crucifying a few, targeted rebels for cultural ingratiation
Devout, gentile Europeans crusading to Biblical heritage's door
Defacing cross with predations in route, arriving uplifting banner 'gainst infidel Moor
Normans in hordes splashing across the chilly, English channel tides
Under William the Conqueror's mantra, bridging the Anglo-Saxon divide
You probably never knew it,
But I once lived within five blocks of you.
I and my kids visited you often to play and to view.
You consumed us with sea shells, sand castles, beach balls, and a Frisbee.
Those gallant waves from across the sea, most times, were as calm as can be,
Slowly washing up on the shores, but occasionally, splashing against the rocks. Your reliability and timeliness are so superior to my own and more faithful than clocks.
From your sandy shores on a none foggy day,
Sometimes atop the sea cliffs, whether bright or gray,
I watched the seagulls and my dear children play.
Often your winds were enough to take my breath away.
But I never fretted, because I treasured what you had to say.
I miss those regular visits, bringing you greetings.
I wish that I could sit in those special meetings- The ones where you and the moon make plans and plots.
When the two of you with your creator decide, El Nino’s or not
I miss standing above your gusty shores on an observation deck, viewing a Golden Bridge. I miss the sunsets so enchantingly
beautiful, as they sheepishly hide beyond the waters. I miss the
soothing fog horns of ships sailing in. O Pacific, the list is much
too long of what I miss.