Short Ablutions Poems

~ after ablutions in the Ganges River, her state of mind, pristine ~



Date written: 09/06/2020...

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I have frequently wondered about snow
  When it melts, where does it go

Yet my ponderings too oft lead to pollutions
  Preceding hurried late-night ablutions...

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Pain and Rain

On a wet, spring day
Branches drip loneliness.
Sunbeams stream gentleness
Pain and rain stain the soul.
Distance separates.
Ablutions wash winter's grime.
Absolution is near....

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Once was thunderbox in the yard,
Night time trips were really hard,
Scary jaunt to our exterior loo,
It had spiders in there too,
Now there are indoor ablutions,
Praise God for sewer evolution....

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Some people believe that sin
Is easily washed away
Like scum on a bathtub wall
Sin sticks to your DNA

Although you may feel absolved
There is a Judgment Day
When all of your offspring discover
They have the Devil to pay...

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Summer Ablutions

Stunned by July in a hammock
he remembers the apricot wife 
no longer here
one curler more and the flutter
of leaves in the orchard
the sound of trees 
letting go
a downpour of plums
flowing over
the wicker
propped open 
below

Donal Mahoney...

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'We' you and i
drink not from same water,
But in ablutions
We prepared in spring
For a beautiful day

Have you ever had a dream
Tell me, if yes
In whispering- hold my head
I know soon, they will get jealous

Ibasepe- is not in our dictionary
Ti nba ti mo, we speak not,

Let the love flows
Osun- so ngbo....

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The first is like an imaginary vision;
a tiny apparition, in three quick flashes.
The landing, one sip, then disappearing,

sweet fairy wren.

Then, there is the brazen, full, plop of the Currawong;
raucous, self proclaiming
 with flapping ablutions

and on exit, stealing one
of the floating silk lilies.

Suzanne Delaney...

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Ladies and Lords
when ensconced upon
your porcelain thrones.
I pray you,
leave your cell phones,
completely alone.
Then when your 
ablutions are done,
wash your hands,
and resume your
texting marathon.
Yet, further still.
apply phone cleaning wipes. 
So, when we share 
phone photos,
neither of us will 
likely become ill,
that night....

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Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water 
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as 
he oughta, he loves water, and highly
proprietary when you're watching 
TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw
on your foot, or else it's his head. 
Morning ablutions, one leg in the air, 
he waters a thicket, which wakes up a 
cricket who begins to sing. The world 
is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory. 
It's a Water Dog thing.

                   for my granddog......

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