Various things in our lives are given that we cannot escape. Embedded in this reality, Elsy creates a magic with a lotus wand to get the poet’s perals, in this verse, in Different Truths.
The irritant that beds by force
in the downy soil of the soul
cannot be wished or washed away
No wizardry can whisk it off.
Loafed it cannot be,
whole it chooses to be.
Crushed it cannot be,
cautious it stays to be.
It is wedged in,
not to be lodged out.
It is a lode stone,
cannot be unloaded.
The sole ploy to rein it in,
calls for magical spell.
Kneel to the ruffle
with wand in lotus hands.
weave it thrice around the grit,
thrice to the right,
thrice to the left,
all thrice with real grit.
The irritant fades,
the pearl figures.
This is what an oyster does,
and an awesome poet too.
We get pearls and poet pearls
with the right sand of disquiet!
©Elsy Satheesan
Pix from Net.
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