He walked slowly, for a god, even a minor god, but maybe he was
savouring the lights of Marine drive, strung low across the pelvis
of this throbbing city, rivalling the stars, the sea a fluid square of
denial between shimmering possibilities on an infinite graph. Is
there a word, I asked him, for when we run away from ourselves,
when everything has been left behind and yet everything is so far
ahead that it can never be reached. He watched the waves cresting
silver on the rocks. Look, he said, how the light mixes in the water,
how one wave leaves it behind for another, the ocean never lets go.
He was scampering down the rocks to scoop up the fallen light, the
night creeping up behind me, wrapping its arms around my waist,
everything is a new moon, in the sky, in the water, inside a word.
the lights of Marine drive, strung low across the pelvis
of this throbbing city, rivalling the stars, the sea a fluid square of
denial between shimmering possibilities on an infinite graph.
Is there a word, I asked him, for when we run away from ourselves,
when everything has been left behind and yet everything is so far
ahead that it can never be reached.
these two lines stood out for me- they are pure raw emotion and stir up such a storm in me.
We too have written about Marine Drive. Please do check it out.
Here’s our article- https://pavwadapepanchat.wordpress.com/2018/03/06/a-cliched-night/
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The magic of a single word to describe the feelings, the situation, the hour and the place… Lovely writing!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Oh, so beautifully written, with wisdom interwoven in the most captivating way.
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Thanks Beverly. 🙂
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Ah…pure poetry….amazingly expressive…words are safe in your hand!
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Thanks so much Sreeja 🙂
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“the lights of Marine drive, strung low across the pelvis” what a gorgeous line and that the ocean never lets go. No, once it grabs you, you belong to it forever. Excellent write Rajani. So full of thought.
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Thank you Toni!
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I have attempted at times to run away from myself. I didn’t get far. Love your ending..
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Thanks Susie 🙂
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how one wave leaves it behind for another, the ocean never lets go.
He was scampering down the rocks to scoop up the fallen light
Playing a game of love will never miss those moments of playing hard to get! Nice to feel young again, Rajani!
Hank
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Thanks Hank…
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One more poem that displays your brilliance. I was mesmerized.
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Thanks so much Myrna 🙂
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How amazing are the images you capture! Your poetry is a real joy to read, Rajani.
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Thanks so much Khaya…so glad you liked it.
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Yes! That line: “one wave leaves it behind for another, the ocean never lets go”
So there is more than the word, so the whole image is necessary to say NO, there is no word, because you will never leave yourself behind. Only your poem is convincing! Love.
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Thank you Susan 🙂
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I think the word your speaker seeks is “empty”. Yet, empty is so filled with longing that it can never be what it says. “Empty” is a minor god that most have no idea they are running from, unlike your minor god who runs to embrace it. Empty is always waiting to be filled, impatient, and eager. But, you fill it with fluid sensuous imagery that is soul satisfying. Thank you,
Elizabeth
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“empty is so filled with longing… “beautifully said Elizabeth… thanks so much.
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Absolutely brilliant. One of my all-time favourite of your poems – you have such a high standard, and I love so many of your pieces, but this really touches me:
Is
there a word, I asked him, for when we run away from ourselves,
when everything has been left behind and yet everything is so far
ahead that it can never be reached.
And the analogy of the ocean is the perfect reply.
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Thanks so much Kerry, that’s very kind. Glad you liked this.
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This is so very lovely. The visuals are wonderful.
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Thanks Sherry…
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I relish your lines just as Hamish. “everything is a new moon, in the sky, in the water, inside a word.” I love this darkness with the hope of a crescent 🙂
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Thank you Sumana!
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This is really fine. The magnitude of place is a minor deity here – a talking pelvic chakra by the sea — and has a grand mysterium to it, even though its concerns are of a heart that cannot stay. Just fantastic weaving.
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Thanks so much Brendan.
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I’m late to comment and it seems that everyone has said what I wanted to say, Rajani. I love the lines:
‘savouring the lights of Marine drive, strung low across the pelvis
of this throbbing city, rivalling the stars, the sea a fluid square of
denial between shimmering possibilities on an infinite graph’
and
‘… Look, he said, how the light mixes in the water,
how one wave leaves it behind for another, the ocean never lets go’.
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Thanks so much Kim!
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So Gaiman-American-Gods-esque! Great write!
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Thanks Frank… now I must find out about this book… three mentions in a row!!!
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Neil Gaiman is the real deal. American Gods is one of his masterpieces!
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Just read the synopsis on Wikipedia… interesting plot!
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The opening line is pure brilliance.
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The tone made me think of Neil Gaiman’s American Gods.
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Wow, Rosemary mentioned it earlier.. as a show she was watching! Didn’t know it was a book as well!
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Thanks Magaly!
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This is beautiful and lovely to read
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Thanks so much!
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So glad to see a dialogue of a minor God again… such a brilliant piece of poetry.
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Thanks so much Bjorn… yes it has been a while!! So much to ponder, not everything manages to work itself into poetry though!!! 🙂
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such a beautiful, thought provoking piece
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Thank you Candy…
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Luv the.new moon in the word: scope for lot and lots of poetry
Have a nice Tuesday Rajani
Much💚 love
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Thanks Gillena…
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so much to like in your poem! the lyrical observer – we can see so clearly through the poet’s eyes as the night wraps around her waist
“the lights of Marine drive, strung low across the pelvis” – just brilliant
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Thanks so much Laura!
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I love your imagination! Not to mention how beautifully you express it. And hey, what synchronicity – I just finished watching Season 1 of “American Gods”. 😀
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Thanks Rosemary… not heard of this show though!
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Based on Neil Gaiman’s book of the same name, about certain of the old gods living in “the new world” today.
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I read the synopsis… an interesting idea I think, maybe even gods have to adapt to what we’ve become…
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What a delight to read these words, they are truly beautiful, how I enjoyed it.
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Thanks so much Robin.
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“Is there a word, I asked him, for when we run away from ourselves, when everything has been left behind”… this is so beautifully eloquent!💞
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Thank you Sanaa 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thanks so much Petru….
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Love this line especially. “Is / there a word, I asked him, for when we run away from ourselves,
when everything has been left behind and yet everything is so far / ahead that it can never be reached.”
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Thanks so much Sarah 🙂
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Well..nice to see you at your best, both in the knitting of the verse as well as the topic itself.
I hope I was right to find the sensuality as well as myriad of other tastes. A poem for me should read like a satisfying cup of tea, even controversial ones must give me the same benefit as a well-prepared cup (and a haiku somewhat like an expresso). When I am in need of good tea it is here I come.
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Thank you Hamish…glad you liked this one. I like the idea of a poem being like a cup of tea..yes, perfect analogy!!
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