The Flight Of The Crazy Fairies Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

The Flight Of The Crazy Fairies

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Who knows what goes on in my heart?
There is no wind
There is no storm.

The calm is as serene as the village pond in the late evening
As the sun gently plough through acres of green woodland
And sugar cane fields
Creating furrows of undulating chimeras of aureate sheens.

I manage nothing.
He does.
And he looks after the flow and the ebb.

Now and then
When the flow is cool
And thousands of sunset colours blaze forth his artistry,

I loiter down to the shore,
And in the quiet, let my mind venture out
To gather tinsels of poetry in the open gardens of the earth
And the sky.

Wondrous breaths of poetry written by hands unseen
And pictures painted by artist unknown
And mellowstrains descend in tender deluges
Like crazy fireflies racing to merge with the lights above.

Catch them if you can!
Faster than lightening
Threading tissues of transcendental poetry,
They belong to no one.
Not to me either.

They are fairies from a never never land,
Come to kindle the lamp of inspiration down below.

But even as they appear, they disappear beyond the fringes of my mind,
Inspiring buds to bloom
And sunset to explode into ecstatic riots of impossible colours.

Still in this luxury of exuberance, I go back with a sense of loss,
So much has passed before my mind's eye,
And yet so little have I garnered.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 02 September 2018

I loiter down to the shore, / And in the quiet, let my mind venture out / To gather tinsels of poetry in the open gardens of the earth / And the sky._- - - ]]]]] such an excellence of poetic lines, Mohabeer

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