Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Recycling Delusion

at times,
an orgiastic butterfly’s gnaw,
turns buds into rocks,
on top of bountiful hills.
with the lightning touch,
the crevices befall full-blown;
a zephyr, kissing
calm into a storm.
and for a song,
rambling cries swap
timeless waste.
vapor gilding down
the waist,
probing the trails of
parched ferns
thirsting for dewdrops.
the frissons, welled up,
beautifully weave
blushes on
maniacal visages
meddling
the origins of the whole,
in the navel.
lazing around,
in wrapped up truth,
gaze seemingly begging ,
for wicked mercy;
enacting surrender,
swelling the bliss;
in the snake’s stranglehold,
the breath gets sucked away,
by hot spewing grins.
the restrained wail
of a mute tree,
in the wilds, yielding
to a python’s
winding squeeze
echoes
in to the spinal caves.
the seeds of the fruit,
awaiting, once again
to be recycled
in to the gutter of release,
or salvation?
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6 comments:

Jodi MacArthur said...

This is rich with visuals and philosophy. Beautiful prose.

AnAestheticBard said...

Thank you Jodi

Srikumaran Madhava Menon said...

Very philosophical as Jodi commented...the metaphors speak volumes of the evolution...you have described it in words of veiled meaning......and once again proving the depth of your vocabulary, inimitable.....I am proud my dearest blood.....you are flowing in my body and I in yours......mother is watching us from the heights of oblivion......

AnAestheticBard said...

Thanks Unniettan for your comment.

Short Poems said...

I did read and enjoy it very much :)

marinela x x

Poornima said...

Excellent imagery :))