And the monk sat, like a cloud, at peace, the way you can
unfurl at a safe distance from people, speaking softly, the
way spring rain writes on leaves, about life and illusion and
the journey of souls that leaves us behind, the way a snake
trades one skin for another. I wanted to ask if I could shed
this skin you touched, memories etched on it like scars that
would never heal. I wanted to ask if I could be washed and
anointed in a sunshine unguent, the way a bride is bathed
before her wedding, healing turmeric running down her
face and neck, the way the old sky is made to masquerade
as a new one each morning. But I am just the moulted life
of a writhing soul, holding on for a flutter, the way a name
is carried in the fist of the wind, for a distance. A sunset drips
yellow, the way time passes, faster when nobody is watching.
Speechless! Beautiful, I can read your poems countless times, the enjoyment doesnโt diminish,
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Thanks Madhuri ๐
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Gasp!
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Thank you ๐
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Incredible. Wanting to shed the skin…fabulous writing.
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Thanks so much ๐
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Lovely and mind stirring piece. ๐
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Thanks so much ๐
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Reblogged this on Go Dog Go Cafรฉ and commented:
Rajani writes some truly beautiful words. Please stop by and enjoy!
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Thanks so much Linda.
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I love your writing! Itโs always beautiful and thought provoking.
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You’re too kind. Appreciate your encouragement. Thank you.
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Ahhh, yes…. this is perfect.
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Thank you Marian.
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Your poem is an amazing adventure!! So many good things to savor.
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Thank you Annell.
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I remember this one, such an unusual image, Rajani, and your poem gave it so much more. I love the image of a monk unfurling at a safe distance like a cloud – I’d love to do that! – and spring rain writing on leaves. These lines are so beautiful:
‘…I wanted to ask if I could be washed and
anointed in a sunshine unguent, the way a bride is bathed
before her wedding, healing turmeric running down her
face and neck, the way the old sky is made to masquerade
as a new one each morning.’
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Thanks so much Kim!
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kaykuala
A sunset drips yellow,
the way time passes,
faster when nobody is watching.
Yes very much so! And time slows down when caught in a traffic jam on the way for an important appointment. Great word-craft Thot!
Hank
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Thank you Hank.
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I’ve seen the monks sitting just like that in Tibet. wonderful description.
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Thanks Toni.
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The changing scenes carry me along the dimensions of your poem. My fav:” the
way spring rain writes on leaves,”
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Thank you Vivian.
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Yeah. ~sigh~
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Thank you ๐
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The third line is exquisite in its gentleness, in the images it evokes… so lovely.
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Thanks Magaly!
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What a stunning poem.. the way you have you have used the skin in this, the snake and the turmeric washing of brides.. really passionate.
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Thanks so much Bjorn.
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I love the monk sitting like a cloud at peace! Your imagery is, as always, glorious. I love the wind carrying a name, for a distance.
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Thank you Sherry!
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Beautiful images, Rajani! Here’s my favorite:
“I wanted to ask if I could shed
this skin you touched, memories etched on it like scars that
would never heal.”
I have felt that very same thing before.
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Yes, sometimes, the healing begins with letting go.. skin and memories… thanks so much.
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How well you were able to get the readers mind to see the words become images so clearly as we read them. What a delightful poem.
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Thank you Robin.
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very heart touching and at times we wish to forget all the pain and be fresh but somethings can never be forgotten….
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True.. thanks Vandana.
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This is absolutely breathtaking!๐ Especially love the flutter like a name carried by the wind. ๐
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Thank you Sanaa.
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Pulled me right in. I love the flutter like a name carried by the wind and the monk became real to me.
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Thanks so much ๐
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lovely
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Thanks so much ๐
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Reblogged this on Sarah Russell Poetry and commented:
Another beautiful poem from Rajani Radhakrishnan. Her lyricism and imagery are outstanding.
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Thanks so much Sarah ๐
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Wow, Rajani. This is beautiful! May I reblog?
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Of course, Sarah. Thank you. So glad you want to share it!
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