i was crawling on the dirt floor,
over misshapen droppings
of impotent time
that had foraged, gluttonous,
on the shrivelled roots of its misspent youth,
measuring life in regrets,
in long cubits of absence;
but sometimes, i think,
joy studies me
from the shadows,
a predator,
i feel her burning, amber gaze
as she runs her tongue
over broken, sharp edged teeth;
she rumples the heavy canopy,
to let bands of fluorescent sunrise
creep over my bloodless skin,
shivering as they cross over
to your unslept chill;
she collects rain
in striped palm buckets,
to ensnare for me, the freckled moon,
its inverted lament
drowning in your rippled shallows;
she tries again,
plucks her one stringed lute,
but sorrow blossoms in this song-less night,
simpatico,
inventing new games
for impenitent thorns
to break through still raw scabs;
joy waits,
nervous feet twitching against
obsidian doors,
a new manoeuvre beating,
arrhythmic tunes,
in her hollow breast;
the dark pastiness,
smiles slowly,
a murder of crows
salivating on the salty crust
of grief’s unbound hair;
joy stretches,
still in the hunt,
her serrated fangs
glistening,
in the silent shadows,
a predator,
i feel her breath,
warm and wet,
heaving against
my broken spine.
It was interesting to me, feeling in your images the raw power of the joy you painted, lurking in the shadows. And yet the moment never came– the hunt never culminated. I thought about it, and how to truly let joy in we do so often have to give something up– something must be stripped away. And we don’t always want that. So, joy waits… Skulking after us… For us to surrender…
Awesome writing, Rajani!
Peace
Michael
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Thank you Michael..and you’re absolutely spot on.. we resist even joy because we are too afraid to give up something in return. Are we protecting our identity that thrives only in the perceived comfort of what we already have, even if it is sorrow?
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Whoa! Joy as a predator…. outstanding!! Surely the strange beauty of the beast must somewhere rest on pure joy! The best one I have read so far….powerful write, thotpurge!!
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Thanks so much Panchali…glad you liked it!!
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‘misshapen droppings
of impotent time..’ Brilliant!
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Thanks so much Amit 🙂
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You are lucky to be spied by joy!
Geetashree
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That’s true..being hunted by joy has to be a nice thing. Thanks Geetashree.
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Joy in this life is very elusive. I think we get snippits; examples of what it is but… Loved this a great deal!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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The opening image is breathtaking and sustained throughout…i like how you have personified joy..she can indeed be a threat to the order of darkness which once ingrained becomes familiar..almost a comfort..
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Thanks so much Jae Rose 🙂
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So powerful a write!! Excellent!
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Thank you Sreeja 🙂
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Wonderful. I like the way you have personified “Joy” and given her a personality. She does indeed wait….and try….to find us! You are a poet!
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Thanks so much Mary, that’s very kind. Appreciate your support.
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Wow, this is an amazing write. I especially like the lines “joy studies me from the shadows”…….and its portrayal as a predator. Love the “freckled moon”. Great start for the new year, my friend.
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Thanks so much Sherry…always appreciate your kind comments.
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One of my favorites. Very creative. In the pursuit of joy?
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Thanks very much Rob. Appreciate your comment. Yes the pursuit of joy seems like a conundrum.. if it were really so simple, everyone would find it quite easily, don’t you think! 🙂
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Beautifully, creatively written. What powerful lines and unique way to describe joy. I’m glad for that monster that lurks waiting for me to finish with my regrets.
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Thanks so much Myrna!
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This was a great read. Very deep and powerful 🙂
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Thanks Purba 🙂
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this was a fresh insight into what joy is. I was gleefully bathing in its sinister greatness. sharp and wickedly aesthetic.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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O! O! O! How dare the joy stalk when mourning guards us? I know how this goes, being the servant of two monster masters, but you! you! Are a master poet and you make me feel the crawl, the loss, the desire to give in.
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Thanks very much for the kind comment Susan. Am so glad you liked it. It took a lot out of me to write it and then beat it into a shape that I could post online.
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I agree! I too got goosebumps as I read through the poem 🙂
Powerfully expressed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thanks Sanaa.
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“measuring life in regrets” is a clever line. i liked it very much.
that’s different kind of “joy” from what we know but with the same intent 🙂
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Thank you. Was exoloring a thought about how people seek joy and then some find it.. Maybe it works in a different way. 🙂
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loved the second verse…the goosebumps.
wow. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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