Monday, February 8, 2016

Verses Too Tiny

1.
In the even time 
the sea is all arms; 

the day-long wait 
for her sun to get back 
ends at last.


2.
November rain
paining on the pines; 

the glee of gloom
the only shine around.

3.
Christ on cross 
with a crown of thorns
looks so frail yet hangs so firm
---a rogusha on a spiny bush.

4.


the shade of a tree 

awaiting the weary wayfarer 

---a mother so cool still yet caring.

5.
Framed in the shop window a few flowers: 
white and red.
contained in content the whites;
raving in rapture the reds.

Outside the shop the passers-by pass
unconcerned.



6.
At noon the sun
all over the sky peaks; 

virulence at its best. 


7.
At home at rest 
in a pool of hush and peace
I drift

Out at the windows open wide
light and wind play
games idle


8.


Uncalled comes sleep
at any hour it deigns to;

the welcome intruder.





9.
An open field 
with its bristles up on ends
in the drizzle from heavens;


a coy new bride in all her charms.

10.
A pub songful; 

youngsters work-tired,life-tired and love-tired 

with abandon unwind.


11.
Stills my mind 
when it rains 
and chills the land.



12.
If I were to be an ass
I would be the ass of St. Francis 

On which he rode 

To meet the Pope of the day.
13. 
A stretch of paddy fields
Sequestered by rows of palms
Tall and erect
Keeping vigil
Against the onset of wind
And sketching shadows on the fields
To mark the time of their watch.



14.
on the floor white
clean stern and sterile a fly 

feeling for a mate.

15.
monsoon moon 
half smiling and half in cry;
the sky confused.




16.
the waters still
the lazy banks lost in peace; 


again a morning fresh.

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