The wings they grow slow!
4 February 2016
We build selves
Tall and proud oft held
A banner
Prejudice
Crime against what we ignore
We pick of known shelves
Magmatic
A sea of faces
Unending
We shun them
Our minds little spam agents
Breaking wheat from wheat
The hard looks
They tell us nothing
What is there
Is unseen
You can only see with heart
Placid meet and greet
We choose swift
The cut relentless
Faces gone
Slow depart
Our memories small suitcases
The rest a blank slate
Indifference
Invading spaces
Paper thin
Like my heart
On a stark moonless evening
Playing with the dark
I too cut
Oft into myself
Bleak and deep
As it seeps
Separating me from me
I bleed out the self
You watch sad
There are rivers lit
By fireflies
In your soul
Where we could stitch some small parts
Save the wilderness
I cut slow
The task gory bleak
We melt fast
Like candy
Mouth place of prayer and sin
One of our bridges
I smell you
It fills my nostrils
Deep incense
Announcing
Your presence every evening
A mantle of joy
Like in dream
Floating high above
You beckon
To the stars
We are not what we may seem
Uneven our scars
We compare
Our bodies a map
Onlookers
Fascinate
They hail they revere they clap
Mutilated shells
We dilate
Cracked open we squirm
Tender worm
Readied harsh
It takes some light years to fly
The wings they grow slow!
Reading of the poem:
All you never say – Birdy
Shelter – Birdy
Wings – Birdy (Winter’s Tale)
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
You write about life in a meaningful way. You share great beauty and sadness. Every word is filled with wonderful emotions. I enjoyed listening to your oral rendition as much as reading it for myself.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. Life is intensely meaningful so it is only fair that a writer should replicate that.
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Some of us never grow those wings of enlightenment while others get to enjoy it before passing from this world. This is a brilliant look at how we often try to take the road less painful but end up with those deep scars. While reading your piece for a third time I can honestly say how wise you are.
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Thank you so much for your kind words Thomas. You strike me as wise too. I always hope to be more of wise and less of wizened 🙂
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You are welcome, Geetha. And thank you – I am working on it 🙂
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I think you’ve done a lot of work already my friend 🙂
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Hi dear Geetha …once more the light of your beauty creates expressions of the divine …I’ve missed so many of your poems while I was gone so I am truly blessed to be able to sit this morning in the peace of your ” wings ” ….love , megxxx
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Hi dear Meg thank you so much. I hope you had a peaceful break. Welcome back and much love to you. Geetha
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Sorry to read of your Dad’s condition, which explains much of the beautiful poem
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Thank you Derrick. He has lived an interesting life and he is 84 so as long as the effect is minimal we are happy he can still enjoy life
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I can see a myriad of emotions within this poem dear Geetha. Although there is sadness I still believe in hope and even though things may look slow at times, they still happen!
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Thank you Dajena, it’s a process always 🙂
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You do it so well! and you are welcome!
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“Our memories small suitcases
The rest a blank slate” I love those lines. They are so true and so deep. What a great metaphor for memory
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Thanks Melinda. I got that expression thinking about my father who has Alzheimer’s disease.
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oh I’m so sorry about that. You’re welcome. It’s a great line.
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Thanks, he is still enjoying himself and remembers his younger days. He is just most of the time incapable of telling you what he had for lunch or dinner the day before and sometimes the day itself. We have to keep checking he has taken his pills (he is a heart patient too) and that he has had a proper shower, etc.
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At least he has his suitcases of memory and your care 🙂
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Very true. He keeps telling me every day “God bless you” and sometimes even 3-4 times a day so much so that I can almost feel an aura beginning to develop over my head, lol
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first the halo and then the wings, when a bell rings of course because that’s how it works 😉 wonder how many blessings it takes to reach that level…let me know when you find out!
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I will if I do find out 😀
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😀 yay!
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True, and sometimes they don’t grow at all. What a beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much Marissa. I’d like to think that even when one believes they are not growing, some fur is developing on the surface of the skin, timidly weaving its way into an ever growing beginning of a larger feather to start the wing
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That’s a nice thought. You are an optimist for sure.
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Yes, am an optimist at heart
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I love the transformation from apathy to aliveness. Beautiful as always some of my friend
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Thank you Tosha. We all grow regardless of the pace at which it happens. Apathy to aliveness is always good, the opposite, no no
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So true!
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I am finally getting around to actually reading my favourite writers here on blogsville and started by you this evening. A real treat I am reading 🙂
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Thank you. I know. I’ve been playing catch up too.
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I loved the metaphor – wings in poetry are so transformative. Beautiful!
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Thank you Rob. Yes wings have many meanings 🙂
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Loved the last bit, the deeper meaning it holds is liberating!
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Thanks Swetha. One day we’ll all fly away 🙂
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I believe so too:)
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Yay xoxo
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❤
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Sofia 🙂
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You are most welcome! Hugs from Athens 😃
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Thank you and hugs back. Such a beautiful place Greece. I hardly spent any time there. You need at least a month when you travel there and I was only in transit 😦
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True! Such lovely places to see here and the islands just beautiful that you need at least a month see the most important landmarks. I hope next time you ‘ll get the chance to see the Acropolis and visit Plaka. God bless you and may my Athenian hugs give you a whiff of the atmosphere here. Btw, just love your poetic diction.
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Thank you so much for the lovely compliment on diction. God bless you and hugs back to you too. If I do visit Greece and Athens, I will make sure to give you a shout via WP so that we can meet up. I love meeting people that I know through internet. It’s like discovering remote or lost family 🙂
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That would be really great. I am looking forward to it. Have a great day and always smile!
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Thanks and you too 🙂
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Lively again 🙂
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Thank you Sakthi 🙂
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Pure magic.
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Thank you Adele
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