Light Returning

 Light returning after the storm abates, the flood water recedes, revealing a cobbled path

Images of the shifting sun leaving imprints of nostalgia at the spaces occupied and left behind.

The roses have moods. Here they convey sadness of the winter, the wilting season.

A sound of sorrow, lanterns hanging over wilderness.

The wobbly sea sends sounds of wrath. The wind is howling upon the waves. Nothing is in sight but for the resounding ocean and the towering waves. How long will the night be in this winter and rain? Implacable, the elements of nature working in league against man

A woman with flowers and feathers conceived only in dreams

comes and sits by me as I open my window upon the world.

We watch with a clueless regard

the scenes unfolding before our eyes.

Their boundaries overrun the lands, landmasses, . They become cities and villages with no faces, no identities. The flower woman has all the dreams garnered in her folds An ethereal being, she has neither regret nor sorrow; she is ready to leave.

I do not know if she will return..

Sushama Karnik.

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Françoise Dhulesia

In the first half of the poem, I have felt a dramatic emotion in the evocation of the seascape as seen through the observing eye of the narrator. I have surfed on the crest of waves that reminded me of a Turner's raging marine painting.

And then,  to a quiet spell, maybe a lull, I have finally joined the narrator and her transient, mysterious friend in their silent contemplation and connivence. A moment of grace and silent, not to be questioned.… 

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