Flicker of Time – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
Wherever time ceases
the void is a mist
where there is timelessness
the void takes a turn for de-mystification and the candle burns, waits for a flicker of time.
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Wood – A Poem by Marie MacSweeney
And when we gather up the dead wood,
before its dust is damped down
or swept away,
before our log pile is stacked under eaves,
before fires spark in wintry grates,
flame, falter
in the night,
before all this I notice
the many shapes the blades
have scored on each cut branch
alongside those coiled rings
curling round that central cipher
from which all immensities
are measured.
The (Thinking) Train – A Poem by Ananya Dhawan
An artsy piece of drama
yet potent enough
to turn the cards
against a solid soul.
That abstract vision
transcends
into a reality-concrete.
The once, only imagined
manifests
into an unshrinking truth.
Those thoughts, so secure
free themselves,
convert
into mindlessness,
too hard to grasp
easy to slip.
And you,
in a drunken stupor
succumb to the
in-sensibilities.
The anti
the pro
solely merge…
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Another Year – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
And it is the second day of the year, how different from the first
which had a clatter of noise and sound burst. We have proceeded from first to second arithmetical progression of hope. Should there be deception, disappointment that this second is more dubious than the first? My hill town is now breathing spaces into its little pockets of dissolution, the winter’s sun spreads a shadow of hope that the second will be more propitious than the first. I take off into reveries of another year.
Burning Questions – A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar
Seventy degrees
in the middle of December –
Sitting on the porch
in short sleeves –
Thinking about solar cycles
and polar icecaps –
Wondering how the globalists
will get rich on carbon taxes –
How soon will it be
until air is no longer free?
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Words of Comfort – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
In the evening someone told me you heal with words
I want to be healed with words as well as the gash
of open-mouthed wound
I want to see the flow of the go of words
swords, dash of the sun
greenish hue of the hills that burn in the sun and
at night weep for words
of comfort.
Sleeping – A Poem by Nancy May
winter moon
saying goodbye
to our sleeping child
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Slipstream – A Poem by Marie MacSweeney
One certain facet
of this island hopping
is the slipstreamy tail
of each ferry
while we lick salt
from our lips,
alter our speech
to receive brine
on our tongues,
note that when a boat
fractures water
there’s a place
where sea is not blue.
Only if we hold ourselves
still in the swell
and spray
of each journey
can we know
if language lies to us,
if candour is buried
on the ocean floor,
if the bony skulls
of whales and dolphins
conceal certainties,
if truth is written
and rewritten
on each tide.
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Anonymity – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
Winter’s night, the town
is asleep, even the drunk’s
ululation is silenced by the
cold. Sporadically, crackers burst, a signature of euphoria
downed suddenly by an onrushing wind, and night’s
wiliness. In the room, the temperature swings like a mood. I
contemplate the whims and the fluctuating ways of the world.
Quiet. In this hushed mood
what else is left but anonymity, curse of wilderness, the barking of stray dogs?
Living… – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
Temperature below zero
novelty for a town not used
to minuses. I contemplate
winter, summer living
in these hills rain-kissed
summer-washed with plums and cherries. But in this cold as the media rants about the cold wave
my blanket of warmth are the peopled roads, mystique of warmth, caps, mufflers and layers of woolens. In rasping tones we admonish cold and winter.
Living has a strange music, a rhythm. In seasonal whirlpools we
stuntedly grow.