Open up the box

Open up the box

25 March 2016

 

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Look through Heart

There are hidden worlds

Inside us

Swirling tops

They chase the hope as it hops

From twig to cast twig

 

Bird of prey

Bird of paradise

Third species

We decant

Through inner voices we chant

Songs of yesteryears

 

Piling fears

Inarticulate

Loss of words

Bundled herds

Grazing through pastures of spleen

Forgotten your sheen

 

There is light

It beckons to blind

Eye saw cut

Connections

Threading with my soul’s needle

I pierced the darkness

 

Ivy climbed

Chains of the feeble

Envy green

Hearts that glean

More than the weight of mistakes

Burdens of the spate

 

Now dilate

Journey tortuous

Remember

Birth’s pathway

Closed soul fever of grid locks

Open up the box

 

Reading of the poem: 

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13 thoughts on “Open up the box

  1. Oh Geetha, however do you do it?
    “There is light

    It beckons to blind

    Eye saw cut

    Connections

    Threading with my soul’s needle

    I pierced the darkness” that stanza is the jewel in the crown of your poem. “Threading with my soul’s needle” what an image, what a turn of phrase and so much meaning in that one line! Your poem is littered with such gems

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