your absence
is entwined emotion,
a nebulous tangle
of staccato starlight
caught in crisscrossed karmic threads,
not tumbleweed probed constantly
by cold fingers of the morning wind,
but twisted ribbons of silver water
hurtling confused,
down the throat
of a thirsty whirlpool,
which one lost its way first?
that old woman said the unravelling
is in the sleight of eye and touch,
I watch her wizened hands
string jasmine flowers
with wet fibre pulled from plantain stems,
two buds, heads turned away,
and a knot,
two buds, looking astray
and a knot,
she was singing about a lone heron
lost in a lush paddy field,
shackled petals
rocking in her warm breath;
which one lost its way first?
your absence coils
around the bare walls,
two lives and a knot,
two lies and a knot,
tumbling in the thirsty chaos,
it has a sweet sound now
and a heady scent.
“shackled petals”–love this…..it is such an unexpected phrase, so full of contrast and contradiction and that makes it so poetic and powerful 🙂
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Thanks CC 🙂
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Lovely! I like “your absence coils around the bare walls” and the knots.
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Thank you Bekkie 🙂
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luv the way she sustains in the absence of; securing the presence of reality in those knots
much love…
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Beautiful and thought-provoking.
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Thanks Rosemary 🙂
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A captivating woman ! She sees (and knows) much as she winds the flowers, forms a knot.
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Thank you 🙂
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Phenomenal writing, Rajni! My fave lines :
“absence coils
around the bare walls,
two lives and a knot,
two lies and a knot,
tumbling in the thirsty chaos,
it has a sweet sound now
and a heady scent.”– Some verses carry with them emotions, solace, philosophy and so much more. Beautiful work.
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Thanks so much Panchali..glad you liked it.
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This is very beautiful. Love the two lives, and two lies……..sometimes love is a dream we try so hard to believe is real. I know that feeling.
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That’s true.. a mirage that we’re chasing..not really there! Thank you Sherry.
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It’s that knot, without which unravelling is inevitable. I love the old woman at the core of this poem. I hurt with the “twisted ribbons of silver water
hurtling confused,
down the throat
of a thirsty whirlpool . . . “
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Thank you Susan.
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Excellent imagery – you hit the senses.
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Thanks so much Brother Ollie! Glad you liked it.
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A fascinating thought….who lost their way first. Sad when that happens. Loved the images playing throughout the lines here in your wonderful poem!
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Thank you Donna 🙂
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The feelings surrounding his/her absence in this poem are palpably felt. The lone heron is a poweful image within its lines.
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Thanks so much Mary…
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the first five lines are simply fabulous Rajani,….”two buds, looking astray / and a knot,” many lives are just this unable to snap the fibre…
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Thank you Sumana… 🙂
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How love ties us in knots and confuses us in our passion. Intriguingly written.
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Thank you Robin.
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Whistles!! Goodness gracious, this is beautifully haunting 😀 your poem does make me wonder ‘which one lost its way first?’
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thanks so much Sanaa 🙂
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The elements of repetition really enhance the sense and feeling of those knots…in truly testing times they can become symbolic of what is important and what should never be forgotten/lost
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Thanks so much Jae. Love what you’ve said there about what should never be forgotten…
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He loves me. He loves me knot. What a weaving for words.
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Thank you Colleen…and that was totally clever! 🙂
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A beautiful poem in which each stanza is a poem in its own right. I especially love the:
‘… nebulous tangle
of staccato starlight
caught in crisscrossed karmic threads,
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Thanks so much Kim. Glad you liked it.
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Compelling stuff. I see that old woman with wizened hands is here again with insight granting absence enough artful sustenance to proclaim itself the sole claimant to being.
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Thank you…Am staring at my own hands now and wondering how my old mind works 🙂
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