A FORMLESS POEM

A FORMLESS POEM

Out of some nightly solemn dream
I entered a new world, an alien
Webby world it seemed to me
Witty names, forms ever wittier

I looked upon with awe – my only
React to life’s wonder- Oh my world,
Just my world, I thought, where I could
Change my form and voice with ease

A primeval in sultry robes, I looked
For light, the fire that would spark as
Weathered rocks rubbed upon the other
To cook my food- the green and raw

As I looked on, I saw myself turning
Into a lightning streak, the primal light
That flashed when thundering clouds
Ran over the other in raging winds

Then I saw me raining in the woods
Dark had fallen, so no one saw it pour
That night someone read me the palms
Of a homeless man in some holy city

I offered my robes to him, and took on
His cold to beat the wind and the rain
Soon I became a cool monsoon breeze
And I roamed the lands in passing delight

Touching the skies, kissing the treetops
Sweeping the mounts, brushing the seas
Seeing the wilds in woods, and the tamed
In yards, to each his own--God’s own gift

Now, I look at me – a formless form
Seeking function, a listless one for life
My body – turned some soggy fodder
My soul – a twisted penny tossed!

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The web-cycle continues….
As I seek the sun, the single one
Atop, in wintry days that cometh
Reading ceremonial scripts of nature…


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PS: This is my first impersonal poem here. Hope to see all my friends here :-)

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http://flickr.com/photos/32454422@N00/97889642

The link is an enlightening read, especially for tree-lovers