Open Past

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Pages of Past

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Little things II

Big things they may never come
but little things are free
and all we have to do each day
is open eyes to see

Encapsulating all that life
gives each of us each day
to celebrate the little things
in every single way

Velvet Vipers

violet veins, violet venom
verdant vials, vicious verses
vermillion vest, vicarious vampires
verdant voices, velvet vipers

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The red and the barb

Virginia creeper spreading red
seen through barbed wire there
quite stunning in its beauty
that I simply had to share

Raw though still it touched a nerve
with something more unkinder
stark against reality
in contrast a reminder

Meaning

time comes with a lid
no handles to hold
the night was a thief
dark thumbs to wear
kept dreams to count
love without doors
leaves but feathers
till days break aloud
to let in theives
for their tall times

you are the wall
you are the mother
you are the duck
you are the music
you are the night
you are the sound
you are the silence

A Wish Not to Change

let me nail this color in my eyes
till every color breathes in it
let me read this darkness
till every light sprouts forth
let me stay on this ground
till it becomes my world

Ends

wispy memories, swoop raw and deep
claws of gravity, spin lines in blood
love in moonshine gay on its old paw
a planet of nights, on bones I know not
ends I hold, carry lines raw and deep
too cold for knots, so far for thoughts

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Triolet : 2018-09-17

Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB

life walks in, when words stroll out
a heart to the brim, on edgeless thoughts
minds off coats, wear no face, no pout

Triolet : 2018-09-10

winds don’t scatter thoughts
thoughts could bar not winds
mind with no breath pouts knots

Triolet : 2018-09-09

songs in clay, by a quiet hand
have no voice, need no ears
to fill love when times stand

Triolet : 2018-09-08

pebbles cast no dreams
in pain they glow
under belligerant streams
pebbles cast no dreams
a new heart cast off the seams

Dancing with Shadows

Any attempt to pin down
this exact moment, that exact image
exactly what I feel and need to say

Acrostic + Alliteration: 2018-08-06

Doldrums, dilemmas
Incongruous, inimical
Clasp catechisms, confusion
Turns thesaurus till tables turn

Acrostic + Alliteration: 2018-07-31

Serpent’s silence
Hay’s husky hush
Antlers angles

Waves

weary waters, wretched wait
worn waveless, wrinkle worship
waters without winces, whales
wry, wistful, wind wicked

Golden God, Golden Glue

golden glue, golden god
growl gusts, groan gorges
go geese, go gorillas
gooseberries, glum gulls

Meanings

your words held their breath
as tight as an intrepid bud

Hollow

hollow cups hold no time
hollow hearts do

hollow words keep no breath
hollow moments do

Two Feet

these waves
they give
robes of shine

these waves
they bring
knights in sand

Colors

colors I have not
colors I give not
colors I keep not

yet I roll the sky
as it rolls me
yet I roll the Sun
as it rolls me

Lost and Found

I am in search of something unknown,
Just beyond my grasp of comprehension.
I stand at the temple doors of Self,
Sealed shut by monks of Sophistry
To conceal their esoteric knowledge and rites,
Of which I desperately long to understand.

Reluctant Spirits

A woman I know,
a believer, told me
she saw angels hovering
over our house.
I can’t see them, but
it wouldn’t surprise me.

Sitting by your bed
through the long nights,
feeling you slip away
a bit at a time as the cancer
races through you,

Lines Between

do I need wait
when I am the time
of your life

do I need say
when I am the smile
of your dream

Pool of Love

words croaked, in blown slurs
And they slipped off the breath
for a heart, held by a pool of love

Keep

drank and I drank
waves upon wave
roar upon roar
hand upon hand

Of Solid Gold

in glitter it wore hats
of crimson words
in meaning it bore stories
of velvet shades
love yet was not, nor ever
of solid gold

Gravitate

off they swirl, your spinning words
between brows, into spaces
meanings bright, meanings dark
Some I read, some too far
gravitate me yet, on orbits apart

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