Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Death of a Comet


Pretty, typical comet's end
NASA/CHANDRA/CASEY LISSE

Discovery news, July 16, 2014:  When the “Comet of the Century” died to a solar roasting last year, the world was sad. Hopes of a beautiful cometary display rapidly evaporated as space observatories relayed images of the once-proud dirty snowball become a pulverized cloud of sublimating ice and scattered dust.]

That we continue
to live, 
In the face of
now silent,
now brutal,
now boring,
death.
While
those 
in 
the 
realm 
of 
angels
continue to smile. 
While,
we, 
here,
in this in between
realm 
of cruel
tests 
of 
love,
wait to 
exhale. 

- Neha


Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Agape Eyes

Tortoise who Kept His Mouth Shut and Eyes
Open by A Ramachandran
[Fact: Our eyes are the same size from birth.]

Oh! but for all
that
they
have
seen,
observed,
absorbed,
reflected,
deflected,
lived
and
relived,
these
<o>y<o>s
could
grow larger than
the largest
mountains.

- Neha

J(oin)

When (Jen's) prose
is poetry,
my heart breaks
(with Joy)
to
Join again.

- Neha, Tuesday porousness for Jen

How To Be a Poet (to remind myself)

Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill — more of each
than you have — inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.

Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.

Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.

- Wendell Berry

Slip Dip

When warm greetings,
become war greetings.
slip dip,
dip slip.

A travel memo was sent: Hang on, while the world hangs upside down.

- Neha