Tag Archive | Poet
to know the future
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
You may wonder why, I’m not describing the landscape for you it’s not my business as a poet anymore you have eyes and a soul as wide as a universe, eyes for hieroglyphics and physics a heart made of pure alchemy if you’d only believe it It was not my…
The Sanctuary
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
it could be said Nature’s feet are so vast, they stretch from star to star like pillows of light in a web of black-hole portals star-gates as swift as one body touching itself, a supernova is her pinching herself the cosmos as one body love stretching as far as all…
THE DAWN SINGERS
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
After all these collisions with the abrupt license to write these dreamy plagiarisms as if words belonged to a mouth the month of poetry became a lifetime of habit, a sport of inarticulate genius of hope strewn in museums blue transparent halls of journals I still mutter quietly spells for…
SONG DAWNS THE TURRETS OF YOUR MIND
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Words, towards a poem I have profited from them, quarter-hour wrenched From these hands, survivors of poverty Enter and exit, hope On the corridors of Earth From the charred tree of language From noplace to now-here Lost, between the good mornings and goodnights Words, as an umbilical cord with faith…
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
(Ode to Nandine Gordimer) Nadine Gordimer #RIP [She was called one of the great “guerrillas of the imagination” by the poet Seamus Heaney] Dear poet, who said: ‘There is no moral authority Like that of Sacrifice’ It was you, people give One another things that can’t be Gift-wrapped, how many…
Mirabai’s Dazzling Cosmic Vision…2 of 3
Originally posted on mira prabhu:
Mira saw her entrancing Blue God everywhere—in rocks, forests and blossoms, in storm, thunder and lightning, in animate and inanimate things. Fearless and ascetic, graceful and elegant, Mira was saint, philosopher, singer and poet, and one of India’s most versatile geniuses. Uncaring of her critics, Mira danced wildly on the…
THEY SAY
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
They say the mother in my world has no pulse Because to me the World has died Is already dead, too cruel an existence They say I am cracked, that I Know about the place where the light comes in A commoner of low-class, caste-wise Shy, definitely not a story-teller…
SONATA OF THE ETERNAL KISS
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Give yourself to the air To what you cannot hold To feeling, the entered breathing And expanded until you No longer had a heart But became every heart No longer had lungs But became every sky You where the heart begins You where inhaling and exhaling ends Fear not the…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 