An intense poem by Deeya.
(From the Anthology The Rainbow Hues)
Orange brawls and nude browns
Vie, ripened sheaths of corn
over the harvest stock
mind’s harvesting complete, yellow
aslant rays I wing and leave
the green, slither, summoned in vagueness
I stretch myself, while the Cormorant
a white speck far, prepares for a flight
the cock with its litter, pecks in
at the grains from stubble, while
butterfly thoughts chase, I ponder
a while, glued among pigeons and sparrows
hovering, and with a steady
gathering of feathers in at the helm
i glide a sand hill till, home bound thoughts
bring me down among, the earthy bleating
of a wayward lamb in meekness, I hear
the muezzin’s call
My sojourn fulfilled, I remain
what I cannot disown-
an imperfection in flesh and blood.
Pic from Net.