Funny times
27 January 2016
Funny times
Playing hide and seek
You cooked rhymes
Without salt
Neither of us was at fault
For wasted banquets
Spent morrows
Breakfast on the grass
Buttered bread
Goes to head
And wastes energy in class
Learning how to cheat
I don’t judge
Merely spectator
Of your taunts
Unending
Invisible specter haunts
Breaking the journey
Now we know
Truth a dictator
Merely points
Surrender
No other options arise
Naked casts the lies
Fishing rod
An expedition
To North pole
Ice clad holes
Looking through frigid waters
Bears much decorum
We eat green
End harvests yellow
Worn out scythes
Cutting rough
Jagged edges the result
Of years of neglect
The lost sheen
Of Heart ne’er mellow
Closed with time
The crusts hard
It would take more than a bard
To liquefy rust
The songs shared
Lost inner ramblings
Of tepid heart
The ways cold
Fortune favours but the bold
Scared hares learn respect
Funny times
Your expectations
Coughing mirth
Mind roams Earth
We leave on journeys of sight
The other a wall
Angels fall
Their wings clipped neatly
Bundled prize
Winners tired
All the things that I admired
I barely recall
We knew not
Time spins arrogance
Huddled groups
Dissect frogs
Princes relic of the past
Fairytales don’t last
Titles wrought
Imagination a curse
Misspelled dreams
Broken screams
Crossing rivers between logs
Hush baby don’t fly
I lost them
Twice forgotten wings
Changelings
Morphing cast
Theatrical face aghast
He prays for my soul
Religion
Malice reservoir
Castration
Damnation
Everything against the Love
Head bent weep o Dove
You spell wrong
God takes not an A
Yet you goad
Lost cattle
Against the odds I battle
Heart lost in dark road
This testing
I know it was honed
Yet I fail
Yet I wail
It cost my faith yet I hail
Your endless glory
Reading of the poem:
Voyage – Youn Sun Nah
Into Dust – Youn Sun Nah
Consider me gone – Youn Sun Nah
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
I have been reading a lot of the poems I missed this past week, and my mind is full and satisfied with imagery, and beautiful literary devices crowning your thoughts. Your writing is always magical Geetha!
Love coming to your page every time!
and love to you! ❤
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Thank you Dajena. I had rounded off all my letting go or so I believe and started on new beginnings including in actual concrete life as I have a new role and different time schedules so have less time to read. Like you I have missed out on so many writings but have the emails in my inbox for those I have not been able to read yet. For some reason your emails never reach me like your notifications never do as well and I have to actually go to your page and see what you have written. Andrew seems to be having a similar problem but for him it is all 1000 blogs he is following 😀 😀
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ahhh, so many bugs in need of fixing. Only if poetry could give a hand 🙂
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Thank you for your always uplifting comments 🙂
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love getting lost in your words 🙂
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Lovely poem! The images go so well with it! Faith does make us do funny things.
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Very true! Thanks for reading and appreciating enough to comment 🙂
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You’re welcome but it was my pleasure! Thank you for sharing the piece with us !
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How sweet of you, thanks
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Words as beautiful as your soul! The whole poem even though short and expressed in few words, seems to have run by like a story and captured a life times experience. I absolutely love the ending ❤
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Thank you Swetha. I hope you are well.
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Yes Geetha, surviving so far. Will catch up sometime:)
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Surviving is OK but thriving would be nicer. Catch you on skype sometime dear 🙂
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My thoughts alike 😀 Yes we shall!
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Your poems take me to a place of oneness for the time I read them and this one was breathtaking thank you Geetha, your talent is endless.
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Thank you Adele. I am glad to hear that. Perhaps as Melinda put it, it is the Stream of consciousness helping people let go of their woes and reunite. Be well 🙂
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that sounds like truth to me. Thank you I hope you will be well too.
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You are the Queen of Metaphors. Love
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Thanks Tosha. Love to you too
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As is usual when I read your poetry, I don’t know where to begin. I liken it to unraveling a sweater and then rendering the wool until there is nothing left but hair-like fibres. Even then, I doubt one could easily decipher those strands without the code, which, I am sure you don’t even have all the keys for.
This piece really speaks to me because of its reflective nature. I see the speaker reflecting on herself through different stages in life along with another. I love how you start this piece off. Where I come from, salt was necessary to keep meat and fish in the days before refrigeration. So, too, if we don’t salt away those rhymes they become wasted banquets. What a great analogy of words losing flavour – not keeping.
Throughput, I enjoy each small glimpse into the speaker’s past. From the struggles of non-judgmental youth, surviving haunts and taunts; through the rusted flakes of the heart, as it was exposed by deep wounds, unable to liquefy; onto the switch in the second half where the speaker turns to spirituality. I really love the references to fallen angels, God and love. And, the speaker might have lost faith, but there is hope in that final line.
I know I have barely scratched the surface but there is not the time in a day to do it complete justice.
Beautiful, Geetha!
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Thank you Thomas for taking the time for your beautiful analysis. Where I come from too salt was necessary back in the days but that was when my mom was still young 🙂 You’ve really analysed it very nicely and thoroughly. As for the faith one is not sure whether it is related to the faith in God or in Love or perhaps in both 🙂
Thanks again for your beautiful words Thomas!
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You are welcome, Geetha. Your writing always moves me but from time to time, a piece really speaks to me and I have no choice but to respond. If we believe in God then He and love are inseparable 🙂 Again, it was my pleasure to read your words. 🙂
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I write often from past and also from shared experiences. Sometimes my actual views on matters are slightly different although not always apparent. My take on God and love is very similar to Rumi’s. This is a time for letting go so am bubbling with the leftovers that need to be cast away 🙂
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This makes perfect sense to me and I love your views. Casting away the leftovers is important – cast away, I say 🙂
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Thanks a lot Thomas. You’re always so supportive and positive. I am so glad to have met you albeit just virtually
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You are welcome, Geetha…virtual or otherwise, we are all connected by the same matter within the confines of our world. I am happy and blessed to have you in my friendship corner! 🙂
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We are both happy and blessed then 😀 . I just realised I had not added the reading so just put that up and am now finally going to bed. Enjoy the remains of the evening 🙂
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Yes, indeed 🙂 Thank you, my friend…sweet dreams to you 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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Very deep and thought provoking, Geetha. Your poetry always makes me think…but this one is very powerful and bold. Absolutely love this one! ❤
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Thank you Eric. I am glad it is thought provoking and even more that you love it. Keep well my friend 🙂
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LOve it! You bring everything to life! ❤
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Thank you Carisa. I was just reading your poem linked to that fantastic (in more than a way) movie and was wondering if all was well with you.
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Loved it. There were so many perfect lines. “You cooked rhymes without salt” “God takes not an A” You are inspiring.
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Thank you so much Andrew. I guess you know the story of the King with three daughters one of whom told him that she loved him as much as food/meat loved salt 🙂
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No, I didn’t. I am laughing because the depth of your knowledge and I should have known there is always so much more in the things you write. Don’t know if you saw a little tweet I wrote the other day about peeling an onion. The more I learn about you the more fascinating you become.
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Thanks a lot though I’m not sure I’d feel sexy anymore thinking of myself as an onion 😀
Having said that the idea of making hardened males tear up is quite enticing and worth the breath 😛
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LOL You know what I meant. The peeling away and unveiling of the fascinating woman behind this prose. Your words are amazing. This hardened man, you made the chimp laugh.
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I know, was just pulling your leg. I can be a tease sometimes – not in the other way though 😀
Thanks a lot for your praise, I am grateful for your reading and lovely comments. I must say that in the cultures where I come from a woman like me is considered an oddity, perhaps even a profanity; I wear those banners with a certain sense of pride 😀
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hahaha Keep peeling away at the onion. Good for you. I respect all cultures, but I don’t always agree with their perception of women. But who am I to talk, America portrays women as sex objects. Man still has so much to learn.
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Yup, men still have to learn how to give women their rightful place. I like what Dajena wrote about it once, not sure in which poem but she had really set it right.
Personally I think too many women are so happy striking a pose and being the coloured plant for rough gardeners which leaves the women like me having to battle to gain respect. I am happy that my looks have faded with age but I used to not get taken seriously as a young woman with many people expecting me to be stupid, much to their sorrow as I used to have an acid tongue earlier 😀
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How profound. I love thse words. I hope everyone gives your your rightful place.
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Thanks Andrew. If they don’t feel the inclination to do so, I tattoo that inclination into their minds 😀
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lol
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I just realised I had not changed this back to hide and seek like it was supposed to be. Silly autocorrect lol
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LOL
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Love the metaphors!
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Thank you Marissa 🙂
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Great poem and great music!
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Thank you Blair 🙂
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