A Thing Of Beauty Is A Salt Burner Poem by saranyan bee

A thing of beauty is a salt burner

during intervals of worldly distress
whence penance, the preferred destination -
a thing of beauty is a salt burner.

my dog and me spend time together
looking into each other’s face,
no words, no whining, no semblance of sound
those meaningful tête-à-têtes
end feeling good
that no other time in the world seem worth the while,
we lie on our beds closing our battering eye-lids
in exchange of images -
which during intervals of worldly distress
act like hills, the mountains, the caves
the rocks on which I trip on strayed-over days,
fruits on which I feed with feistiness
the spring from which I quench my naked tongue
make of belly-full chirps from the evening-trees
a supplementation of indulgence,

- but damns me
to no true hermitage,
because they say
a thing of beauty is a joy forever.


Saranyan BV (C) Nov 2011