Swan's Wing Cords A Cosmic String Poem by Lovita Morang

Swan's wings on cosmic string

What river riptide,
disrobes the riant flows
Inside the flute,
of my ferocious serenity, blows
Sea god's siren song,
my sea boat unfurls it's oar's wing;
Sound of running water
In hum of hamsadhvani-
once again fine me entering
into a primal beginning.

To be born
within the sound,
Liberate in this knot
of divination bound;

preordained - sound that love makes,
presto-sound that silence breaks.

Gifts of goddess glow in lights of time,
filling vacuum aspiration
In vagile act of delivering
In your finger's breadth,
cosmic strings the fifth dimension
I play to pulverize my accouchement-
a harrow story,
Of when fruits will be sown,
I shall shun gifts of goddess,
but this melodic menage
I cannot disown.

When Searchlight lilt
The limber images loosely knit, nomadic strumm stuck in the air,
I search still, travel back into heroic livelihood
In bolevards and barracks, in batallions of broken chord,
Life that was buried in the glory hole of last hope of herd in hordes.

-Lovita J R Morang