Magnificent Distraction

What magnificent distraction this!

Ebbs and flows and throbs and throes
Disconcerting to degree
Away and beyond!

The Kite flies away
The thread tags along
All the way all along
Up and up and beyond
To the yonder till it falls

Catches a tree a shrub a hedge a storm.

What magnificent distraction this!

Ebbs and flows and throbs and throes.

April-5'09

From Life in a Multiverse

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Long Winter Chill

If I could do a Neruda, You would have smelt of summer roses And Autumn pine. There would have been sheer love Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache And loneliness bordering the divine. You would have had so many secrets Welling up as in a girly giggle And so few friends who would hear them all. I am no Neruda I can't paint you a Summer breeze Amidst this long winter chill.

Spiral

Come Let us slice into each other With fine surgical precision You slash me here I slash you there And then When the storm is done I will patch you up And you tuck me up You bring the bucket I the mop the blood And together we will cleanse Our ancient hurts Our guilts And our fears Until we start again And over a cup of coffee You tell me My dear Just how much you love me And I shall tell you Just how much I love you.

Our Kind of Music

Together We might never dissolve fully Into each other But we will flow my love Like rivulets through paths untrodden And we shall make music Like pebbles rolling And water flowing And birds calling There are all kinds of music And such shall be ours.

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