time/ and things

brittle- mind and
memory/ fragile- bones- under the
soft earth/ we break, we are broken
debris of time/ and things we refuse
to understand/ I remember love like
the fading scent of a lover’s skin on
an old shirt/ a fleeting compulsion to
which I pin/ dates and words and love
making/ today I hear your voice again as
if there have/ been many lives in
between/ saved and drowned and
washed ashore/ kissed and buried and
blossomed as jasmine flowers/ hushed
and sung and muzzled by cosmic
bands/ why are we shackled by this
falseness/ of elapsed days and
years?/ now an ocean turned/ then
a sky was born/ now a door is both half
open and half shut/ then a phone was
warm against my ear/ “hello”

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34 thoughts on “time/ and things

  1. I love the touch of romance in this poem, Rajani, which is also tinged with disappointment. I especially love the lines:
    ‘… I remember love like
    the fading scent of a lover’s skin on
    an old shirt’;
    ‘…today I hear your voice again as
    if there have/ been many lives in
    between/ saved and drowned and
    washed ashore’;
    and
    ‘now an ocean turned/ then
    a sky was born/ now a door is both half
    open and half shut/ then a phone was
    warm against my ear/ “hello”’.

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  2. This after Sherry’s really got me emotional, but I love the door half open and half closed and the comforting ‘hello’ on the other side of the line.

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  3. A thoughtful and thought provoking piece

    ‘ we break, we are broken
    debris of time/ and things we refuse
    to understand/’

    eloquent – and wise – you have captured and expressed the fatal flaw in how we humans roll … much of the time.

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