Thursday, April 24, 2025

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The moon,
withering,
silence,
a stone.
The pride and vanity of love.
Time passes by, looks askance
at the two sitting on the rock. Time, wonders in passing.
The ravages cannot be undone. Just then
a silly bird sends out a call.
And one of the two sitting on rock throws
up to the sky
high above to the moon
a ball of gold saved over years a bounty of love and hails the bird,
"Silly bird without your silliness
how would we ever have lived and loved?"
Sushama Karnik.
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Friday, April 18, 2025

Francoise

 Among the silhouettes dense and dark, shines the bottle that catches light, transparent like a mirror that has nothing to hide. The sea roars in ecstasy at the thought it is being watched by a thousand eyes in celebration of the timeless moments of the evenings in summer.

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A leaf in a diary

 A leaf that dries between the pages of a diary

tells the story of a lifetime.

A leaf, an archetype, a metaphor that has grown and kept growing

between the pages of a diary that someone owned.

Blue and green and matt finish,

the ripened wizard that silently reads and then stores the words in its veins.

A rejuvenizing. A leaf stored between the pages of a diary,

ingenuously adds its own words

when the writer encounters a block.

The darkness in the pause does not scare the leaf;
it has gone through it all in some other life time.
It's lying happily wrapped up between the pages
of someone's diary, breathing, reading the pages adding, filling in, cascading sometimes the storms it has seen, interrupting the flow and trembling with a thoughtful concern for the gentle pages
of the diary grown old, blessing the writer's days and nights.
Sushama Karnik.
The credit for the image goes to my artist friend Lise Wal from MeWe.
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Monday, April 14, 2025

  

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Over time, the torch bearer grew strong, his contours sharp, his presence ubiquitous, and vision pervasive over centuries of time. Where once he was and where he will be tomorrow, his mind could read. An awesome range of history, chronicled, and most of its moments that went unchronicled, were now inscribed in his mind with certainty. He stood on the rock to greet the sun. Behind him the reddening sky, the ancient hills, all proclaimed, "You are a timeless being." And he with a smile said, " Stars in heaven, my witness be! I shall return!"
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Tighe O'Donoghue Ross

 
ONCE AND FUTURE...14th stage...( I Shall Return ), ..”there is nothing which I have not been “………final version.
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The saga of the green earth

 The saga of green earth told by the clouds and watched by woman..

The grass, like a teenager, feels the growing pain, and bends low, too full with the happiness it cannot contain.
The harvest time is waiting for the moon.
A stunning beauty!
Anguished beauty
The moments of menstrual pain in the bowels of earth
are softened by the soothing , healing sky.
The woman has a lot to learn and inherit
from this saga writ large in the field of grass,
and translated for the woman by the generous sky.
Sushama karnik.
Thanks for the image Ivan Ivanov
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Monday, April 7, 2025

 The Wind

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