We Are

a composite of all that came before us

collective memory of the ancients

often revealed when least expected

our ancestors blood surges

through ours and

we are the old way

combined with the new ways

still seeking answers:

Why are we here?

O’Prunty

5/27/2021

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Questions

quarantined questions, quilted quarters
queues, quakes, quintessential quivers
quips, quests, quotidian Quixotes
quelled quack, quaint queens

Do I Get Up

Do I get up. What will I have for breakfast.
Should I have breakfast at all. Will I take the bus or walk.
Talk to a stranger, perhaps not. How do I look today.
How do I feel today. What is my neighbor feeling today.
What is the scientific name for the maple tree.
What is the dog that is barking barking on about.
How shall I get on working today. How shall I have my tea.
Where shall I go to lunch. Is my friend swimming in the ocean.
Is my lover at Smith Tower. Is the grass sad.

How Many Trees

How many trees does it take to clothe a mountain?
How many grains form the river’s watershed?
How many drops does it take to fill a fountain?
How many hairs wave and toss upon my head?

Circle

Heavens crowd me, preachers press on, gurus
Take me outside and lay me in grass to feed me
(They all lay claim to me),
Hastened as monarchs in their migration
For the sweet milkweed.

Solitude

Sometimes alone is where all your answers lie;
Sometimes in the wilderness of your thoughts, you’re no longer shy;
Sometimes deep in the silence of solitude, there you find your soul;
Sometimes in the midst of your own space, you get to realise your whole.

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~ Midnight Monologue

Beneath the waxing moon –

Womb of Nights sky

I am infant, small

Watching over me?

A billion blazing stars –

Nights eyes scattered,

Crossing an infinite canvas
Alone in my madness

~ Poised Poetics ~

 

Full moon oracle
Snow falling soft as a sigh
Diamonds in the sky

O’Prunty
1/6/15

Define Your Role

When cross the path of someone
And feelings start to intertwine
Do you look at the end and wonder
Could this be the one to call mine?

How Smart Are We

Thinking of the questions we daily face
I find that my mind often starts to race
What do I know compared to others around
Are my thoughts clear, are they sound.

A Child’s Curiosity

As a drop of sharp stone
By gravity’s humble weight
On one stolid mirror

POETRY CHALLENGE: Oxymoron

Answers that question,

our spontaneous preconceived notions,

about this deathly life

and its fast paced slow motion,

deserve a detailed mention,

or maybe a fleeting discussion,

not coz they create, a clarity of confusion,

but because they confuse..with complete clarification!

© 2013  Apurva

RUN THE BLADE

photo credits google images

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I’ve watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those … moments will be lost in time, like tears…in rain. Time to die. Roy Batty

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I have been so inspired by Brain in a jar and his Matrix trilogy that I have had to do my own Blade Runner directors cut cut . Our styles are different enough for me not to step on his toes and I hasten to add that I urge you to check out his blog if you have not already done so!

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It Does

My eyes don’t always get it right
And even my heart is sometimes wrong about love
So now I trust my spirit more than my heart or sight

Poem: Love is.

Love is

Everything and nothing
Poetry and prose

The music of the heart
The diction of the soul 

A soft place to rest
A hard place to reach

Light that guides our actions 
Darkness with no relief