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Rahman my buddy sent this poem last Thursday. I've decided to share it here
Rahman my buddy sent this poem last Thursday. I've decided to share it here
in OLM with Rahman as a guest poet. I've earlier posted the first poem (here)
A Poem for Hank No.2
CHANCE
MEETING WITH AN OLD GIRLFRIEND (on a Friday afternoon)
Quarter
century
Maybe
water passed
Under
the bridge
Of our
lives today
Devi-like
she pops up
Bearing
pearls in smiles
Weathered
perhaps
For
having lived vicariously
Amongst
foreigners
Balancing
mixed tenderness
Her Jivatman she
Remains, home alone now
Yet off herself live
Two others elsewhere
Precarious loves reach out
Offset the unloved.
Your love in the now
Trembles to seek dominion
Over new devotions, find
The
spirit of
The
divine among
Ghosts
of yesterday
Bygone
laughter
Tipsy
Fridays
All
coming back
Cocktails
and twilights
Awash
mushy saccharine
Hazy
remembrances
Rediscovering svadisthana
Bodies’ primordial
Bitter sweet evil baby?
Nay, only spirits ancient
Rage as parents
And child at once
Wheels of creative regrets
Avenge with kisses
Bonjour Saturday, again.
OP Rahman
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I bet it would be great to be rekindled with an old flame, I met this person and married him so no old flames for me. Wonderful subject, a joy to read.
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lovebirds!
ReplyDeleteWhen left in good standing it can be grand to rekindle an old flame
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ReplyDeleteinteresting observation:
ReplyDelete"Weathered perhaps
For having lived vicariously
Amongst foreigners"
It's a nice, Hank. I had dreams of that with my first wife. Then I met her again at a granddaughter's wedding. She sat on the row behind Mrs. Jim and I but I didn't even recognize her until Mrs. told me who she was. Still I remember her sometimes as she was back when.
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time does "weather"… but that isn't always a bad thing.
ReplyDelete"Water passed under the bridge" maybe ... a sweet invitation mingled with memories equally sweet.
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