Dilution
10 February 2016
The words flow
Uncontrollable
Waterfalls
Of honey
Cascading with power surge
Imbibing the soul
We live meek
Of the sunlit paths
We choose few
Darkness creed
Institutionalised pain
The way of the weak
The beehives
They contain our breath
Divine make
Stolen lives
They cloak their shadows in us
Our essence disrobed
Some soulless
Walk the Earth like grave
Bodies bent
Untended
Lives reverse of intended
Their hearts of the knave
We walk tall
While they cut our street
Winding steep
It hovers
On edges of cliffs we meet
Time immemorial
Shifting sands
Our daily schedule
They water
The marshes
That we may sink deep inside
Have but self to trade
No barter
Lives in this kingdom
The will done
The heart clean
I shelter more than I lean
My chest infinite
The mother
She favours in me
Undying
Child of hope
Her scent ambrosia’s treasures
Moves me up the slope
I gathered
Remnants of the self
Within skies
Under rocks
They shimmered now realigned
From light and its kin
The soul whole
I sewed it my way
Dilution
Unheeded
Humble scholar of her tongue
I learn from her sway
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Too good!!
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Thanks
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Gorgeous
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Thank you
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“Some soulless / Walk the Earth like grave / Bodies bent / Untended / Lives reverse of intended / Their hearts of the knave”
so many, too many. if we can change the institutions…hope springs internal
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I guess there is no other option left than to challenge the institutions. Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂
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I am grateful for your explanation. I love the images, but didn’t get that it was based on a dream
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Most welcome. Most of my poetry is written based on dream or dreamstate
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Thanks. Now I’ll know – I’m not surprised
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Interesting thought; why are you not surprised if I may ask?
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Because there is such a dreamlike quality to your work – including the choices of illustration and music
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Oh yes, thank you!
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Again great creation!
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Thank you Sakthi
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🙂
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Great read Geetha! As always deep and intuitive 🙂
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Thank you Swetha. I know you know what I am talking about 🙂
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Yes I do 🙂 ❤
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As I was listening to your words reading the poem, I had these beautiful images of the curious life of bees within a dichotomy of archetypes – light/dark, solid/flow, moving/static.
Then a yearning overwhelmed me and I wished that there would be something to dilute it, and make it easier to swallow..
My grandpa raised bees, and I learned a lot from him while he took care of them, or harvested the honey.
Sorry.. I just went on and on.
Loved it 😀
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Thank you; I love reading your comments. This poem was based on a dream and I was covered in bees and there was a lot of honey + a dragon and grey people. I was just sharing that I had the weirdest dreams ever 😀 and I have a thing with ravens and bees and milk and dragons and lions; a big mess in my head 🙂
Must have been great to have such a grandpa. Bless your souls 🙂
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😀 😀 yes! dreams are the best to get inspired from! 🙂
blessings to you too dear Geetha 🙂
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Lovely…almost like the creation of a new breed of people here. Was this based on anything specific?
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It was based on a dream with grey people, a dragon and a lot of honey. I know, my dreams are weird 😀 The images of the grey people here are similar to my dream; google has a way of finding exactly what is in my mind, lol
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Everyone has weird dreams. Not so sure they all show up in Google though! Ha, ha
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Ah ah ah. I search Google with keywords from my dream and somehow I always end up with the images that fit my dream. Go figure!
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That’s a good thing. I often have trouble finding the perfect image and finding one that fits a weird dream… a bit creepy if you ask me! Ha, ha!
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Ah ah ah, perhaps yes 😀
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“The words flow
Uncontrollable
Waterfalls
Of honey” What a way to begin a poem! And it just kept cascading into more intriguing images. 🙂
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Thank you Melinda 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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A beautiful write. You never cease to amaze me.
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Thank you Andrew, as do you
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Thanks
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Really pretty words. I wish I had the talent to be poetic like you.
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You do but seem to prefer prose. Perhaps you should write a lot of haibuns; they would suit your writing a lot. Thanks a lot for your kind words
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Your poems leave me breathless… xoxoxoxxoxo
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Thank you Jane. What a beautiful compliment.
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So beautiful, Geetha! Also, I’ve said it before but I must say it again! I love to hear you read! 🙂
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Thank you so much Eric. It encourages me to keep reading 🙂
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May your words always continue to flow so flawlessly and beautifully
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Thank you dearest Tosha. xoxo
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You’re welcome xo
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As always .. a beautiful poem accompanied with equally beautiful songs..
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Thank you so much. I am so glad you appreciate both ❤
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