Shailen Karur Poems

my lover my tree, your shade beckons me to cooler comfort
and to an existential rustling of the leaves, bending
cantilevers of supple boughs
I lay in waiting beyond today's ephemeral twilight
...

my trinkets are all a-broken, they fell pall-mall to the floor
as I watched the green lawn glisten with the dew of the morning
my customary black bird fussed in only the noisy way she can
while two squirrels' pretense at immobility was comical beyond their bright dark eyes
...

while a tendril of
hair
gently tumbles
down
to whisper a caress
...

fiery, not dissonant
royal, yet not majestic
azure, not blue
scintillating, yet not bright
...

in her ivory, she was dainty as a
droplet
of pale honey
sweeter today than she was yesterday
...

a gentle wafting felt lightly on the surface of waters
that rage, giving vent to each other on corrugations
the waxing seems like a sinewy release
the waning an ebb upon her fortunes
...

your dream: her soliloquy
your soul: the seat of her pants
your reminiscence: her sole for breakfast
your diamond: her coffee-cup-cake
...

the tether on the mind yearns to
yank at its outer reaches:
the moorings are steadfast in their caution
conditioned by an accumulated wisdom;
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the clouds reluctant in intent to let
the Sun,
who pries His way through the firmament,
in,
...

A shade of pale iridescent blue I strained to observe:
aha, and then I saw it through the lenses of my very eyes
so that's why they call it that,
seeing for oneself what is meant to be there
...