Sunday, May 20, 2018

Define

The Merciful Samaritan by Paula Modersohn-Becker
Love: When intention meets attention

- Neha

Murmur in ER

Mädchen mit Blumen by Paula Modersohn-Becker
That your body of work
is the work of your body -
take care of her.

- Neha

Old stone soup/ anew

Self-portrait by Paula Modersohn-Becker
What is it that you want to change? Your hair, your face, your body? Why?
For God is in love with all those things and might weep when they are gone.

- Catherine of Siena (1347-1380)

That I am connected to my mother
by stones -
part of the world hardened in us,
tiny needles against our soft flesh,
sharp reminders to
come back to the body
come back to the body
come back to the body
this body. here. in pain. now.
that was yours then.
now. in pain. here. this body.

- Neha

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

That

Untitled by Jamini Roy ( 1887-1972) 
There are two kinds of people in this world -
False

- Neha

Lo and behold

The Goldfish (1912) by Henri Matisse 

Lost/ as in a jungle.
Loss/ as in people you love.
Loss of lost/ as in finding yourself.
Lost of loss/ as in it is all a gift.

- Neha

Rhetorical Poetry

Wallspeak by Neha 
Are gardeners used
to cruelty of flowers
that prick?

- Neha

A falling riddle

M editations by Neha 

O falling Magnolia!
Is gravity your becoming
or undoing?
( does the dirt know?)

- Neha

Ironies

Tony y Teresita en el circo by María Izquierdo  1945–1945
Shoving safe space down
people's throat:
be safe! be safe!
  speak up! speak up!
Why don't you listen to me
when I'm shoving safe space
inside your throat, to your heart?
- are you not safely touched?
Isn't your frozen heart thawing
with the sheer frequency of my
call to safety?

- Neha

Typo, Autocorrect Poetry IVV

A side aside by Neha 

To help with set up.
To hell with set up.

- Neha

Ode to Dirt

Spring Canvas by Neha
Dear dirt, I am sorry I slighted you,
I thought that you were only the background
for the leading characters—the plants
and animals and human animals.
It’s as if I had loved only the stars
and not the sky which gave them space
in which to shine. Subtle, various,
sensitive, you are the skin of our terrain,
you’re our democracy. When I understood
I had never honored you as a living
equal, I was ashamed of myself,
as if I had not recognized
a character who looked so different from me,
but now I can see us all, made of the
same basic materials—
cousins of that first exploding from nothing—
in our intricate equation together. O dirt,
help us find ways to serve your life,
you who have brought us forth, and fed us,
and who at the end will take us in
and rotate with us, and wobble, and orbit.

—Sharon Olds

Lightly, Lightly, Ever so Lightly

Lis by Neha 
Lightly, lightly, ever so lightly
A wind passes so lightly
And dies away, ever so lightly
And I know not what I think
Nor do I try to know

- Albero Careiro ( Fernando Pessoa), Translators - E. Honig, S.M.Brown, Translations. Spring, `999

The poem is a temple


-  Upstream by Mary Oliver 

Thursday, March 15, 2018

The lost thought

Orientation by Neha

I felt a cleaving in my mind
        As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
       But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join
       Unto the thought before, ,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
        Like balls upon a floor.

- Emily Dickinson

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Whispers


Filled by Neha 
Whispers of miracles
surround us-

Choosing us
Holding us
Carrying us

Soft reminders,
In a world capable
of so much inner and
outer violence,

That you are here,
breathing and being ,
“ Why me?! Why me?! Why me?!”
You ask and gasp.

Because the miracle is you,
a miracle whispers.


- Neha, for Srey

Poem on Poem

As it is by Neha
Let’s not argue in a poem
Here we can love anew

Let’s not economize in a poem 
Here is an open ocean

Let’s meet in a poem 
Here sleepy doors faraway leap 

Let’s unveil a poem and ourselves
For here rides a revelation 

And here a revelation 
shall return to herself.

- Neha 

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Bus ride with Frankie

Bed of Arrows by A. Ramachandran 
If we focused on impact, not intention -
cold wars would thaw,
flowers grow out of cracks in
concrete graveyards, this
side of living.

- Neha

Icebergs

Untitled by Joan Miró, 1927

That we are all
tips of icebergs:
be kind.

- Neha

Nocebo O(r) Naseeb!


Untitled by Jamini Roy 

[ Nocebo - no·ce·bo/ nəˈsēbō/noun/ a detrimental effect on health produced by psychological or psychosomatic factors such as negative expectations of treatment or prognosis/ Antonym: Placebo 

Naseeb / destiny or fate/ used in many languages, including Hindi, Urdu, Bengali, Punjabi, Arabic, Indonesian, Malay, Persian, Turkish, Pashto, Sindhi, Somali ] 

Part I: Confidence

That we are atoms of belief,
O Naseeb, a flirtation of nOcebO and placebO.

Part II: Doubt

O Naseeb, are we atoms of belief?
NOcebO and placebO, a matter of chOice?

- Neha

Memorial


The ax forgets. The tree remembers - African Proverb/ Maya Angelou / Even the stars look lonesome. 

Does the tree remember what she lost?
or just herself before the loss?
Does the tree change in remembrance?
Does the ax have dreams of living ancestors, when he cuts? Does it hurt?
Does past live in the past, and memory of an ax in a present fiction?

- Neha