Paintings of A Jigsaw Puzzle

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Dream Vision

Even when I’m asleep
I’m awake, producing things
inflammatory or illegal
to the spooks that would govern
our concepts of light.

#104 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

THEY CALL IT POETRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Mosaic

messages

tapestries of truth

woven

with rhythm

and rhyme

All Is Mystery

All is Mystery

Relationship

Now I see, your oceans
in my deserts

Now I see, your trees
in my shrubs

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Who We Are

Two eyes, are we not
Carved on the same stone

Look At Those Books

Look at those quiet books around
camouflaged in clothes of brown dust
crumbled into their own garments
blown into particles of aged winds

One: Trinet Poem

Poetry challenge, Trinet poem.
 
 

Life, branched
Truth, trunked
Need we a branch, hold firm
Need we spaces, to find another
Holed paper
Rough, smooth
Opaque, transparent

A Complacent Mind

mind dwells deep in a remote cave
caressing a world unknown
deep in solitary darkness
capturing dim images
with a light narrow
shone upon
the dark
as long
as far
held
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Little Child, I Believe

Little child
In your wonder I believe
When you see a hundred moons
While there is one

Dear Young Boy

Dear young boy
As I read your lines
A world in your palm
Colours profuse

Heaven Of 3 Dimensions

In the search for words, deep
Separating each dimension of us
As between a dream and sleep
Some incomplete, some worse

Mind

A mind
Coiled tight
Waiting for time
A spring of energy
Wound by its own thoughts
Born in our nature
Looks to unwind
In attempts
Failed

Mirages

It happened without warning
One moment everything was clear
But then my eye glasses broke
And my life became a blur

But my fuzzy vision
Brought into sharp relief
That what happened to my eyes
Can happen to cherished beliefs