Gasping Sun

~ Rajani Radhakrishnan

I want to argue for 
the incomplete,
the fraction where that defiant part
teeters over the buried whole,
see, absolute love is an awkward metaphor for faith,
leave the unconditional to the tremble
in Rumi’s song,
to the unsmiling gods that demand submission,
what I have is just a little adoration,
a ninth day moon,
a torn-off corner of sky,
and this half empty glass of wine,
still enough to drown the entire sun,
maybe we can negotiate,
a line or two of this verse is yours 
if you can find its eyes meeting yours,
like mirror shards,
enough for a glance, enough for a lifetime,
enough for a song,
drink deep then,
a smear of night, a taste of love,
a broken poem
and the warmth of a gasping sun,
see how a bit of sky seduces
all your earth.

33 thoughts on “Gasping Sun”

  5. Oh yes…that feel to have the whole…..

    a ninth day moon,
    a torn-off corner of sky,
    and this half empty glass of wine,
    still enough to drown the entire sun,
    maybe we can negotiate,………..wonderful….. you expressed that complexity so well…great!

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  7. Wow, the imagery, the visual effect this poem produces – it’s fantastic. I can’t decide which part of the poem I like the most. If I had to choose, I’d go with the last two lines, although I also love the line about the torn-off corner of the sky.

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  8. There is a lot to be said, for incompleteness, in its flexibility and room for growth, as opposed to the fullness, of being complete, as a couple and individuals. Thot, your poetry, challenges the reader, to think outside of the box, which we are comfortable, living in. A positive, in my mind. Thank you.

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  9. “…the warmth of a gasping sun,
    see how a bit of sky seduces
    all your earth.”

    Sometimes the gift of poetry is the flying of words in the face of cold meaning. They live despite our concreteness.

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  12. The sprigs of hope flutter like cherry blossoms, twirling in the rarified poetic air like dandelion whiffles on the wind. I love your welcoming lines /a line or two of this verse is yours/if you can find its eyes meeting yours/ as if Spring were a maiden wearing a wreath of roses & old love is refreshed, refurbished & freshly stimulated; smile.

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    1. Thanks Glenn… I think after a steady diet of Johnny and Buck and the wild west, this comment shows I should read more of your work and the gentle romantic writing hidden somewhere!!

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  14. This poem is so cinematic, I can see it as I read, especially:
    ‘a torn-off corner of sky,
    and this half empty glass of wine,
    still enough to drown the entire sun’,
    It is also intimate – I feel as if I am eavesdropping:
    ‘maybe we can negotiate,
    a line or two of this verse is yours
    if you can find its eyes meeting yours’
    or a voyeur:.
    ‘a smear of night, a taste of love,
    a broken poem
    and the warmth of a gasping sun’.

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  15. if you can find its eyes meeting yours,
    like mirror shards,
    enough for a glance, enough for a lifetime,
    enough for a song,
    drink deep then,
    a smear of night, a taste of love,
    a broken poem
    and the warmth of a gasping sun,
    see how a bit of sky seduces
    all your earth.

    I love this! 🙂 Such an enchanting poem, Rajani ❤️

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