“I have never been aware before how many faces
there are. There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more
faces, for each person has several.” – Rainer Maria Rilke, Notebooks of Malte
Laurids Brigge
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slithering,
shimmering---
life;
lonely watchful eagle,
a bunch of
sparrows,
profound blooms,
deadly snow,
it acts many
ways;
watchful
eyes
with their colored specs;
few, like
mirror, true;
deadly
masks too---
trickery;
breathing
in love
the monks
walk on
leaving
back poisonous snakes---
wisdom…
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I liked this line: "few, like mirror, true;"
ReplyDeleteBreathing in love, and walking on, leaving the poison behind ~ Wise words here Sreeja ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining us ~
I like the colors of your poem... and the movement.
ReplyDeleteWhistles!!❤️💜This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Sreeja. I love your play upon words especially "breathing in love the monks walk on leaving back poisonous snakes---wisdom…" Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💜
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
You have said much in 44 words and I believe the monk is wise to walk on.
ReplyDeleteYour poem with the snake as both the path and poison (left behind) is like a path of breath.
ReplyDeleteYour composition is a path of reflection
ReplyDeleteSome might see beauty in everything others only the ugliness of life. One always hopeful the other always disappointed.
ReplyDeleteGreat description of masks.
ReplyDeleteWondrous, right from that very first line.
ReplyDeletethe monks walk on
ReplyDeleteleaving back poisonous snakes---
wisdom…
Obviously there are monks that forget themselves. They delve on unsavory pastimes when they lack wisdom! Very true in many other situations too!
Hank
Interesting, whether taken literally or figuratively.
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