On A Cobbled Sidewalk

 On a cobbled sidewalk I found this shadow of an unnamed plant

lying sprawled across my way.

For a moment I paused,

stunned by its boldness hitting me unaware.

Couldn't resist seeing again.

"Stay put until I find your name and come back", said I to the plant,

and walked ahead. Much later as I sauntered back

the plant was still there as if hoping for me to come back

with a name found for it during my long absence.

Sushama Karnik.

Françoise Dhulesia

Thank you, Sushama! Loving the dialogue with the unnamed plant on your way which had you stop just the way I did, when seeing its "bold" presence on a reconquered urban scene! I dedicate this photo to your poem!

 Rocking on a chair

The bay is still. The tide has seen the day

rock in the lap of the sea today.

It has rolled away. The sounds of the surge, the froth at the tip of the wave

are quietly moving inside the rocky groove. .

By their absence I feel

the dark army of the clouds

marching in with a storm in their belly.

By their absence I feel them all,

the tide and its waves within the sea,

the gulls riding above the crest

of the tide now sleeping to rest its wings of frothy waves.

The wrathful dance saw its end;

the tide has rolled away.

A time for the reckoning of unnamed joys and unaccounted sorrows.

Sushama Karnik.

 Nights are never gentle

when the full moon sheds its skin.

Beneath the golden screen

throbs the ancient pain

and shreds the night's myths.

In the medley of stars

the night birds cry, a haunting song,

a piercing note will fall on earth

in a stream of light.

Once in a while a paroxysm of weeping

seizes the wind and its whistle stops. The forest begins to walk

in step with the moon with a pacifying insistence.

The forest on one such night drops the robes of summer dew.

The night is fearfully dark despite the white light of the moon.

Sushama Karnik.

English Literature

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"Do not go gentle into that good night"

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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The Ecstatic and the Sarcastic.....Paradigmadarte. Alexander Kanoldt (Germany, 1881-1939) - "Telegraph Wires" 1921

 Sit by the window and move far.

Range over the landscapes, quiet, dark and bright by turns,

suddenly overwhelmed by the sounds hovering around you

Unable to sort out the the real from the dream.

Caves and oceans and spaces.

Ah, the drunkenness!

The ecstatic and the sarcastic!

the tones and the needs of the hour, you rise and fall,

and hold on to the small voice that stays assured

because some beloved certainty is traveling with you all the time.

Sushama Karnik.

Paradigma d'Arte

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Alexander Kanoldt (Germany, 1881-1939) - "Telegraph Wires" 1921

#paradigmadarte #neuesachlichkeit #oilpainting #landscapes

“You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? [...] you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.”

(Albert Einstein)