kin

How would we
reshape this
“sorry scheme of things?”

Five flies lie dead on a sill
fifty birds chatter on a wire
eight skeletons wash ashore

Cats fight, spill blood
wash, groom, share body heat
brothers by fate

Faults and perfections
intertwined
love, fate, cruelty

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The quoted words are from Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward FitzGerald:

Ah Love ! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits – and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire !

This quatrain, from Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, is featured by Carpe Diem #1315 Scheme of Things.

 

 

worn

How changed I am.
How do you see me now?
my ancient face,
pale sagging, worn
by wind and sun
by tides of tears
laden with joy and sorrow,
my life flows receded
as a tree surrenders a leaf
before it falls,
Do you superimpose
my face of years ago or
am I always there
in the wells of my eyes?

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For Jane Dougherty’s “A Month with Yeats” day three. The inspiration quote is from Yeats’ poem, ‘The Magi’:

‘With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones’—W.B. Yeats

threads

October winds bend

sounds of settar reverie

my heart beats in time

~

deep within

gold thread of humanity

love’s mantra

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Carpe Diem #1286 Love has taken me on a journey while listening to this performance by Iranian musician, Bahramji in a Putamayo compilation called “Yoga Lounge”.  My first impression was that the opening music is played on a Sitar, but when I delved further I concluded it is likely a Persian Settar.  (I still debate whether or not it is a Persian Santoor.)  Serendipitously I learned that the mantra, Rama Bolo, is a mantra of universal love.  When I look back to the prompt post I discover more connections to Chèvrefeuille’s haiku:

the last steps taken

to find universal love –

the sound of rain                         

© Chèvrefeuille (2014)

Dignity

Victory,

that spark of kindness

in her words.

Memory falters,

organs fail, love prevails.

It’s painful to witness a progressing illness that cannot be cured. The only buttress is feeling the dignity that prevails. Suzanne’s second On the Road prompt helped me find some solace…nobody deserves to end their life in suffering but some people do.

Snakes and ladders

Herbal remedies:
    laced with pesticides

Woodland hiker dreams:
    tumbles off a cliff

Barred basement windows:
    lock in radon gas

Pollution laws passed:
    wild repeals ensue

Vote for just reform:
   hate spiral spins out

Love and mindfulness
    immersed in chaos

No escape ladder---
    we must travel through.


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