Wild Woman

Picture and Poem copyright of Vibina Narayan

The weathered marks of yesterday’s

sorrow summers have

left an indelible pattern to

long for something

Forever.

Little droplets of jewels

kiss the leaf tips a little longer

yearned and adorned in

another life.

Telling fairytales of the

untouched trials of

a damp, damp heart.

Frost numbs, and sunshine blinds (which do you prefer?)

Stood in the wet grass

dazed, squared, and still,

skin of a strong, dry bone memory upon,

a jaded rose quartz,

bare and labile flesh amongst the weeds,

in an overgrown backyard,

reminding, remaining, and

remembering

a young girl in the

wild woman’s art.

Hypnagogia

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Clouds are drifting away

Like a dream.

The frame in this movie

Guilded by golden

green leaves.

Sunshine percolates through

Our veins.

The day’s honey seeps

Into the gold of

Your iris, as I watch (you).

We watch the blue sky

And hear it telling us

A story (of ours).

 

We are now somewhere

Hanging in between scenes

Of a timeless motion between

The thresholds of a

Slow and sweet slumber. And summer.

To piano keys and

seconds of cogwheels.

The evening has yet again

greeted us with

A fairweather smile.

Abiding into night,

abiding into something

We are going to lose.

Like this date.

 

So long as we dance again

In the music of

Each another’s

Wholesome silence,

Our brief interludes

In the twilight and

Waking hours of the other’s

Will and desire,

Time and space,

Will run the

Rest of our show here.

In the garden built

On the loose soil of

Our love.

When I dream

 

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I dissolve

I fly

I sink

I cry

I pretend

I live

I turn red

I am shy

For when

I dream

I am disrobed

Of the life that

I learned

To live with

And I tumble

Back to the station

Still room

Filled with nothing

and mirth of swines

Oh when I dream

I meet souls

And Gods

And lunatics who

Laugh and cry

With all their might

So when I dream..

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Oh how I wish

Someone would pay me

For dreaming

So high

So lot.

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So when I dream

Of dancing in the rain

When the four eyes stare it

Dead

Through the looking glass

I paint

Another world

Where someone, somewhere

Yet me

Is alone, away

Afar and gay.