Unfaithful Eyes

there was ocean spray reaching for the sky
and footprints scurrying after the emptiness,
they should have wrought ballads on eternity and ephemera,
on opaque time and transcendental light,
something about a grain of sand
and how the part is a manifestation of the whole
or maybe it is the other way round,
at least a verse or two about ungrateful moon tides
or karmic gratification of the raspy brine,
maybe love or yearning, definitely yearning,
but even the waves here are resurrected in silence,
the beach is a wordless graveyard,
the sea an unspeakable womb,
the horizon stretches like a blank line, unreachable,
unteachable,
what need do we have, the wind asks,
for another poem,
everything is said, anyway, each sunset,
here, throw away your lying pen,
wrap the darkness around your unfaithful eyes,
they see what they want to see,
make them listen.

Update: Elizabeth at SoulsMusic has written a poem inspired by a couple of lines from this one. She calls it Grain of Sand.
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28 thoughts on “Unfaithful Eyes

  1. I love this line: “karmic gratification of the raspy brine”

    Also the ending:
    “wrap the darkness around your unfaithful eyes,
    they see what they want to see,
    make them listen.”

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  2. “the beach is a wordless graveyard,
    the sea an unspeakable womb,
    the horizon stretches like a blank line, unreachable,
    unteachable,…”
    Very perceptive! It really serves as a wake up call…Such a compassionate writing, Rajni!

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  3. “raspy brine” Wow! Make that sea spray and those footprints listen, they last too short of time to actually write into eternity anyway. If only we had known that everything was temporary from the beginning, we might have had different priorities. This poem made me recall Longfellow’s “The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls” though in his Romantic Age, he did not quite have “the lying pen.”

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  4. A well-written and meditative piece! I especially the fresh perspective this line renders “the beach is a wordless graveyard”. And I agree with Beverly, there so many beautiful phrases in this poem.

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  5. “the beach is a wordless graveyard,
    the sea an unspeakable womb,
    the horizon stretches like a blank line, unreachable,
    unteachable,”

    These for me were very stirring

    much love…

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