Have you spoken to the ocean recently? Or to Yemen? Or to
a yellow dinghy at the bottom of the Mediterranean? How
about a polar bear? Or a blueprint in a factory somewhere,
for a nastier gun? I can hardly make a list better than your
morning paper. What would you say to a bird perched on a
length of barbed wire separating this from that? Keeping
person from person? Me from you? Don’t ask me. I don’t
speak. I spend the evenings in the balcony, mourning a lost
love. Bemoaning the universe’s broken parts that collude
against me. Thinking about a young Krishna who opened
his mouth to show his mother the entire cosmos within.
Unbroken. I talk to myself. About silence. Endings. About
love. A little bird on the concrete parapet opens its beak to
to scare the encroaching dusk. Darkness falls over us like a
coarse blanket, all at once. Starless. Moonless. Skyless. How
can you bargain for peace when you have nothing to give?
How can you bargain for love? The night takes my hands
away from me. Like plastic, like chemicals, like everything
we made and used and threw away, won’t love turn up
on a distant shore, in the belly of a murdered sperm
whale? Have you talked recently to the naked mountains-
cold, their lips parched in this strange December rain?
That little bird needs protecting, powerful piece.
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Thank you.
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You really got my attention with this. Good one!
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Thanks Vivian!
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Powerful! Robust!! Stout!!!
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Thank you Amit.
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Humans are so capable of making mess, even with a planet. In the midst of chaos and pain the sudden vision of little Krishna showing wholeness is a relief. Hope there is still time. Sigh.
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Sigh, indeed! After the killing of Avni, the tigress I have lost hope. I suppose her cubs are dead too by now….
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What a wonderful piece of writing. Sadly so many of see this happening but do nothing. Things won’t change until we do.We must stop voting for those that say they will do the best for us but mean the opposite. We must be brave and protest…now!
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I agree Robin… maybe if we all think and act collectively we can save one more whale, one more reef, one more country….
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So true. It’s almost impossible to bargain for something, when one has no foundation to place it in…
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Thanks Magaly.
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Thought provoking …stunning closing lines!!
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Thanks so much Sreeja.
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How to heal the world, when the ache in our own hearts seem to be impervious to any balm? But there’s a small bit of hope (at least the way I see it), in that if the small hurts can be overcome, there is hope for the larger ones. The mention of the god who contains multitudes tells me that though heartache is universal, there is potential for healing in both the microcosm and the macrocosm.
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That I think is the hope- for the small and the big parts… that healing is inevitable… thanks Rommy.
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I, too, am on that balcony, letting night take my hands, my arms–but not my voice. Your poem brought tears and increased prayers–both silent. I pray, among other things, that the little birds gather, and together, scare the dark away.
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Thank you Susan… may your prayers be heard… so there is no more war or greed or destruction…
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Oh, this is such an impactful verse with its disillusionment/melancholy at the state of this world. The questions you ask are hard-hitting. I especially loved this bit: “Darkness/falls over us like a//coarse blanket, all at once. Starless./Moonless. Skyless. How/can you bargain for peace when you have nothing to give?”
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Thank you Anmol!
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This talks to me a lot… and I seem to have listened to the same muse… maybe it’s just the darkness and not just the news.
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Yes, I just read your poem and the angst is the same!
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Breathtaking! You’ve brought the elements so very close with your words. Magic!
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Thanks so much Vivian!
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Wow, Rajani, you have said a mouthful. How can we long for peace when we have been ennervated by the greed and callousness of those in power? My hope has turned to resignation. It is sad, as we should be so much more than this and, individually, we are. But the systems have failed, and will always fail, until wise grandmothers and pacifists begin to rule with wisdom. Maybe in the new millennium.
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Bring on the wise grandmothers and pacifists! I love how you ceaselessly write about the need for conservation and wish your poems reached all those empowered ears and hands.
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That last line is stunning! A lovely and thought provoking poem!!
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Thanks so much Carrie.
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Its not apathy that prevents most people from acting, but the sense of being overwhelmed by the scope of the problem facing us. There are people tackling this problem, one issue at the time.
Just we never hear about their heroic actions. Guess, this makes me, a dreamer, that change will happen.
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It is true.. it is overwhelming and there are absolute heroes working at different levels. But one feels there is an urgency now… and it calls for the collective to act as one and soon. I too am a dreamer, hoping for a happy ending! Thanks Therisa.
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So much inaction, too much bad action. All of it contained in the belly of a dead whale
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That’s where it all sadly ends up- but I suppose as humans we will have consequences for destroying our home.
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This poem knocked me right over. I love the way it goes back and forth from the personal to the universal.
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Thanks so much Tim and am delighted you pointed that out specifically.
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I love the image of Lord Krishna with the cosmos contained within his being.. we are all part of a whole and the whole a part of us.
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Yes, that is the belief… it’s hard to see it in the everyday but maybe that is the journey.
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Such confronting questions; such beautiful language.
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Thank you Rosemary 🙂
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My goodness this is poignant. Especially taken with; “How can you bargain for peace when you have nothing to give?”
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Thank you Sanaa 🙂
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Just wonderful, a powerful indictment of inaction. Bravo.
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Thanks so much Peter!
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Great work!
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Thanks.
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