I hear them rustle in the dead of the night,
those thoughts I sew into stars each day;
like lusty fireflies on the coat of the night,
lifting their unfinished hems to the night,
their stitches tangled on the axis of time,
gathering buttons of reason each night.
Weaving themselves into patterns tonight,
billowing in the crumpled breath of life,
falling like damask robes of life,
thoughts that will tear off their masks tonight.
I watch them climb on a cloud somewhere
as if their meaning had been found somewhere.
They say he came from a mountain somewhere,
in his eyes the purple glow of midnight;
they say he had found the truth somewhere,
they say he had found my thoughts somewhere.
His fingers caress the soft wrist of day,
he had learnt the song of the wind somewhere;
they say he had broken his heart somewhere.
He could comb knots out of the hair of time,
he could coax a sigh from the throat of time,
they say he had sold his soul somewhere;
he was going to peel seven skins of life,
he was going to bring cold thoughts to life.
He scooped up my thoughts from the shadows of life,
he had learnt to hear their voices somewhere,
he brought origami thoughts to life,
he filled their veins with the blood of life.
Silhouetted against the full moon tonight,
he joined staccato swirls of a discordant life,
answering the giant questions of life.
He solved the puzzle in my eyes today,
he wound forward clocks from yesterday,
like an ancient scroll he unravelled life,
a bottomless abyss at the edge of time,
an arched chimera at the heart of time.
I could feel the wheels turning through time,
etching mandalas in the light of life,
a silken tangkha fluttering through time,
like a prayer wheel spinning in time;
those thoughts begin and end somewhere,
looping through the earlobes of time.
His eyes watching me all the time,
a new age Buddha on a lotus night,
his answers cross-legged through the night,
filling all space, filling all time,
an incandescent bridge over doomsday,
a jewelled dewdrop encasing the day.
I woke up as if from a dream at midday,
the universe chanting in a sea of no time;
I could hold a mirror up to the face of day,
see reflections of tomorrow, of yesterday;
what is death could also be life,
what is night could also be day,
it does not matter, what matters today.
My thoughts had climbed on a cloud somewhere,
as if their meaning had been found somewhere,
from eternity they had distilled the day
pouring silver stars into the lost night,
freeing tethered feet from the soles of the night.
Tracing the full lips of the fading night.
My fingers wet with the white stain of day.
In the shifting of light, the illusion of time.
In the tremble of air, the delusion of life.
Mind enchained, are we going somewhere?
A very difficult form… Wonderfully crafted!
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A very mystical poem you’ve woven.
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Thank you 🙂
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Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous! Enthralling all the way through. You made it seem as if it wasn’t a bit hard! (Now, of course, I yearn to try one too.)
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Thanks Rosemary.. it was hard.. crazy hard of course.. but once you list all the end words, it kind of becomes manageable. Am totally looking forward to read your Canzone! Go for it!!
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this was a nice read. it made me think of American Indians and other Indigenous people. the form of the poem is also remarkable. thanks for sharing.
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Thank you 🙂
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Hi Rajani,
My hat is off to you, for grappling with such a challenging structure and producing such a piece. I enjoyed it very much, and found myself lured in by the rhythm and repetition. It was entrancing in a way, and you wove such lovely images throughout.
Michael
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Thanks so much Michael..appreciate your support. Grateful.
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i love how the rhyme just flows one through the reading of the poem.
this poem reminds me of a long night unwinding.
strong visuals, great writing.
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Thanks so much Stacy 🙂
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This is a challenging form which you have infused with wonderful lines. The cadence is hypnotic.
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Thanks so much Wendy.
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This is hypnotic. Really fine work.
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Thanks so much!
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The repetition of words is musical and mesmerizing. Canzone means song in Italian and this is lyrical indeed 🙂
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Thank you Loredana… and thanks for telling me the meaning of Canzone.. lovely!
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The imagery is breathtaking in this poem- the form sounds so intricate I cant begin to imagine how to follow it – you executed it fearlessly.
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Thank you Sherry… thankfully this form has not meter or rhyme to follow..just the end words, so its like filling in the blanks once you have the end words listed!
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Well you have met the challenge and are victorious as this is splendid….it felt like a Ballad almost at times.
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Thank you Donna 🙂
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Amazing write.. The flow was never interrupted by the form. The thought of what night can bring is mesmerizing
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Thanks so much Bjorn.
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Inspired piece of writing. Fantastic imagery and the ethereal subject is perfect for this form. Very very impressed…will reread a few times!
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Thanks so much, that’s very kind. Am so glad you liked it.
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You have done well with the form. Really well actually. I would not have noticed the form if you did not say anything, because it flows unforced and wonderful story telling and imagery. It carried me right along in the reading.
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Thank you!. Appreciate your kind comment very much.
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So rhythmic and lovely – an entrancing poem!
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Thank you Sherri
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That is one difficult form! Love the execution 🙂
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Thanks Sanaa… you should give it a shot! Think you can make it work very well.
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am almost speechless to comment – not only have you created something that whisks the reader along in whispers but you do it in this set and difficult form – and yet it did not constrain or strain your worlds
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p.s. words – or maybe worlds too
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Thanks so much Laura.. it really felt like I was solving a jigsaw puzzle because of all those end words!!
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a puzzle without a picture guide and so double the satisfaction with the final piece
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Absolutely!!! Thanks!! 🙂
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Such a rich tapestry of images…and I love all the references to needlework and sewing – it’s like understanding..thinking perhaps? and that last question – perfect!
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Thank you Jae Rose.. great connect there..think we sub-consciously tailor our thoughts, shaping them to be acceptable, rather than letting them take their own shape. Maybe! 🙂
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this is quite a complex form and you’ve outdone it…wow…there are so many amazing images here, my favorite one is lotus night…”like a prayer wheel spinning in time”..my favorite line….
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Hey thanks Sumana, glad you liked it.
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I know how challenging it is to write poetry using such rigid forms. I’ve never been able to do it. But even more impressive is the mystical content of the poem and the exquisite imagery. Congrats and thanks for sharing this with us 🙂
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Thank you so much Yash, glad you enjoyed it. I write a lot of free verse too, but form focuses the mind, its a different level of challenge I suppose. But brevity as in Haiku or Poetweets (which I experiment with a lot) call for a lot of clarity in thought and expression which make them even more fun!! 🙂
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[applauding] you’ve written a fantastic canzone … smooth flowing and such a wonderfull encounter … bravo, like how you faced up to the challenge! Bastet
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Thank you..was much fun 🙂 🙂
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What amazing rhythm this has. Quite mesmerizing.
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Thanks so much. It had to be 65 lines long, so it was quite a bit of a challenge!
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this is amazing and the perfect time to read it is in the silence of night, I will come again at night tor read it, to assimilate it, well done.Though I have nerve tried canzone , but have done a canzonet sometimes back, .
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Thanks so much Vandana.. I must look up Canzonet and try it! Hope you enjoy the poem in the quiet of the night! 🙂
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