Monday, February 3, 2014

Old Flames Rekindled!

                                                                                        Attribution: Edgar Jimenez
Image: Happy Couple (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 Daud                
Thursday, 30th January 2014

Written for Marian's hosting at Real Toad's Open Link Monday

8 comments:

  1. 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.

    Yvonne.

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  2. When left in good standing it can be grand to rekindle an old flame

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  3. interesting observation:
    "Weathered perhaps
    For having lived vicariously
    Amongst foreigners"

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  4. 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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  5. time does "weather"… but that isn't always a bad thing.

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  6. "Water passed under the bridge" maybe ... a sweet invitation mingled with memories equally sweet.

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