Monday 3 December 2012

Finding back.


(Pic from Magpie Tales)

Plans, practice and accomplishments,
Seconds, minutes and hours of existence.
What I calculate skips through that keyhole.
The key turns; scenes change, a vague horizon.
When clouds float and stagnate at that hill,
When wind brushes by and goes so far,
Flashbacks and presents struggles to fair.
An eye stares over, over all passing things.
I struggle to hide, to catch a resting place;
But like creepy nightmares and rushing storm,
They catch me at all points, reminding plots.
Plots, meant to be played, meant to be well played.
I turn pages to take lessons; to start afresh,
But I have watched, that little bird yonder sings,
Sings, feeds, picks, cleans and lives every second.
I went back and picked my mirror from the attic;
Smiled, widely and sweetly, now those eyes don’t stare,
They watch, as I glide through life’s hills and valleys.
Let the clock tick, I am within my hold,
As his angels watch over.

13 comments:

  1. Ah! This poem does in earthy brown tones what your other one today did in rainbows. There something broken gave fullness, here seeing self in a mirror retains sanity so that the ticking Eye of time cannot disperse the essence of being. How pertinent both poems are to me today.
    Thank you for being here to shape the waking of this day!

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    1. And thank you for this appreciation... today did all this fun...

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  2. Lovely, Sreeja... I especially like the ending.

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  3. I am mesmerised by your poems always ... amazing piece !!!

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  4. Made me think of my lesson today on Anatta - the not self. All things perceived by the senses are not 'I' only spirit is 'I'. And yes, the angels do watch over. Lovely.

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  5. But I have watched, that little bird yonder sings,
    Sings, feeds, picks, cleans and lives every second.

    Such lessons we can learn from nature!

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  6. beautiful indeed....thanks for sharing this

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  7. The key turns; scenes change, a vague horizon.
    When clouds float and stagnate at that hill

    Just shows there are events that happen and we just can't change them. We just need to adjust to events. Nicely sreeja!

    Hank

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  8. very nice. Really like how in most of the lines the ending is sort of picked up with a different attachment to in the following line. Very neat. Thanks

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  9. Very dreamy. I am reminded of a beautiful painting when I read this.

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