One Lazy Afternoon! Poem by Seema joglekar

One Lazy Afternoon!

Rating: 5.0


Bonjour tristesse! *Surya covets rhythm, everything pales next to him,
Sunlight floods, like a lost childhood remembered under a quilt,
Mother of pearl clouds like white peppercorns put to flight,
The speed of their steps, giving form to the things I felt.

On the floor of the valley shadows rush driven into the pool,
Lurk behind the reflected glow of the sky -cannot decide which was brighter.
Distant kopje tosses summer snowball fights, with orange peels in my heart
Like the radiant light seeping through my outstretched fingers strike gold,
In my arsenal of awkward questions gems explode.

Brooks by the meadows snake a piping cadence of restlessness,
Under his indecent glare, grass bow away, blossoms move indoors,
From under the grass dew, exiled like a dropp of trailing rain,
Moving briefly &vanishing, it’s course the shape of a question!

Deep on the bank of swirling pink mist, each stalk of grass
Wore a fluffy seed head, breeze, demonstrates nice fluid poses in sway,
Spotlights that gave an occasional moment's glitter to my existence,
Direct &cutting through things, throwing the inconsequential out of the way.

Trees immovably straight, in masculine simplicity, reduced to essential form,
Clash with complex feminine lacework of leaves trembling in the sun,
With no sound but the snap of a twig or the ring of a drop,
Falling somewhere in the forest, through long stretches of moments rejoice,
Silence seems to hold all the pain, hidden here but never given voice.

Carpets of flowers & bone-bleached trees flash
Into the infinity pool through a turquoise colored trough,
Striking the eye with reasons for a sigh, into the jade-green lake pile,
So still, even the dropp of my will would disappear without a spill.

Heat drugs & levitates me into higher consciousness,
Sun-drenched leaves quiver a music of sweet release, feign,
A faint echo that spoke through all the ugliness &pain,
That never had to be there.Oh! The strain.
Restlessness settled, wisdom traded,
The difference between God’s domain & our own has faded.

Wooded hills, skirting open meadows, shafts of trees dark &cold,
Distend outer branches to catch hot silver rays from the water,
As I bask here in your warmth, in stressed awareness, over the distances,
Now neither of us can conceal the meaning of our silences

x-----x----x
[* Goodday Sadness]


6th October-2009

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