Incredible Fires

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Petals I Kindle

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Stop and Stare

Stop and stare

At the mirror

Is it the same reflection

When you were guilty?

 

The guilt raised the voice,

“I am not guilty

Of the old sin

Cemented with heavy bricks

Of the cold war.”

 

I Can

I cannot slice the fire,

I cannot cut the air,

I cannot slit the water,

but I can wound you.

I can.

Mermaids

Men only love us
when they need us, women dip
their babies in, Nereids seeking
to scale their children in armor;
we, ugly selkies, melusines, mer
maids and lads who swim in
black waters, we cannot breathe
the light, merely claw and scrape
at the tops of waves, legs
greeting us with nets and offerings –

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At one

On the old oyster beds
as a tide at mid-ebb gurgles
and glints in the midday sun
Seagulls play and water shines

In Time

Stones, rolled down her eyes
And the meadows, found a sky
Rain clasped wanderlust leaves
Rolled up a breeze in her moment

HAIKU: NO WATER TO DRINK

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Lost On A Desert

On A Surface Wet And Blue

Lunar Sea

So are the seas, bright even in this darkness,
Bright like eyes, who’ve not succumb to death,
With lights still inside, peering from the soul;
This is the ocean, and I linger by her, a ghost.

HAIKU: MOTHER NATURE’S WRATH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Mother Nature’s wrath

Fullness of Joy

A stream flows freely from my heart;
It cannot be stopped—
Laughing, trickling, gurgling, bubbling,
Over weed and rock.

Potential

I’ve seen where the snow melts to rivers,
passing over the cusp of terrain.

The Truth About Words

The dilemma of finally finding her voice

Was that it was not enough

Simply to speak

 

This voice

Which had lain dormant

Inside of her for so long

Leaky Toilet Haiku

A leaky toilet,
Bleeding precious liquid gold.
Not enough buckets.

Old Faithful

Underground water

Heated and rises.

Steam forms,

Bubbling upward.

Water

Clear, crystal clear

No spec of molecule

As it flows beyond

The naked eye.

High-five on a crystal morning

On the beach path this morning
the warmth of the sun
encouraged me as the
new day was begun
The sea was quite lovely
The breeze very slight
and the shine on the water
was exceptionally bright

abandon

snow melting abandon
stenciled-
meant to carry away

Song of Life – Part I

Old men
      and women
Some in smiles younger
      some old
     
Caves in mouth
      Singing songs of life

Splashing

Tidal waters splashing
at the waters’ edge
on the old breakwater
such a privilege

Satisfied grin

 

Sparkling like diamonds
those beads of the sea
shine in the sunshine
and fascinate me
Sitting here on the shingle
as the tide washes in
I am caught in the moment
with a satisfied grin

The sea from safe distance

The mischievous sea
with the high winds last night
is tossing and turning
and a fabulous sight

I’d not want to be out there
in the chop and the churn
But I’ll stand on the shore
for some lessons to learn

On the beach

 

On the beach near the water
Breakwater’s lee
Watching the waves
of a soft lapping sea
The sun’s playing hide n seek
behind the grey
But it’s muggy and warm
so I’m happy to play

healing

body needs water

smelling like a hospital

inside and outside

water lily for outside

lemon water for inside

 

Metal and Water

feelings, opinions, desires
made of metal, unbending
except by one’s own fire

Papers Tender

we are papers tender
floating on moving water

River Of Truth

Your world, a flow of water
Running through veins of life
Making its way in a stream
Leaving drops of wisdom
To hold, treasure, nurture
While the course moves on

Ambiguity

One word of our own
Makes thought shiver
In a pond as a stone thrown
Makes reflection quiver