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Posted by Jai Narayan on October 8, 2004, at 15:35:33
Ancient mother divine with an air cast
Ancient mother divine with an air cast
a Bunsen burner of blue flame with crimson tongued tips circle
I hobble down the sloping gray grainy familiar street
late afternoon and the sun’s golden rays are slanting into my dust
I see reflected in the store window
an old woman glaring at meMadonna of La Noche with a broken ankle
surrounded by violet shafts of light diamond bright stars orbiting
a pale sliver of silver moon tangled in my gray green air cast
my other naked foot on the serpentine earth
of rocks, sand, small twisted twigs, bits of broken red leaves
my third eye holds the visage of the yellow pyramid shaped rock
that snapped my way too flexible and ridged Aquarian ruled ankleQueen of the primordial hour glass peering into death
the eight shape hidden on the belly of the black widow
my shimmering aura is filled with the second, third and fourth hands of Kali
tick...tick...tick...tick
beats my heart
it beats punching the time clock
I smile into the unknown gift of time off
Posted by Atticus on October 9, 2004, at 8:22:08
In reply to Ancient mother divine with an air cast, posted by Jai Narayan on October 8, 2004, at 15:35:33
Hi Jai,
It seems like your recently broken ankle has made you feel fragile, and that feeling fragile has in turn made you more acutely aware of the fragility of the mortal condition. This poem has a very autumnal feel to it, both in its literal descriptions, such as the sun's lowered position, and in its figurative ones, such as of your impression of your reflection in the window. And perhaps the enforced immobility of the injury has made you a little more prone to rumination. As usual, your visual descriptions are very vivid and rich. As for the theme, well, I don't think you've played your last hand yet. The healing may come slower these days, but come it does. ;) Atticus
Posted by Jai Narayan on October 9, 2004, at 9:41:46
In reply to Re: Ancient mother divine with an air cast » Jai Narayan, posted by Atticus on October 9, 2004, at 8:22:08
I posted on Grief babble about my dream last night. Love to have you read it.
You are so right on with your reading of this poem.
It started out with all the rich images of my aura.
I actually visualized them while having a Reikie treatment.
Then I personalized it and made it my own with all the feelings and ideas I am dealing with.
How I see the old woman in my reflection waiting for me.
I don't look as old as I feel these days.
I do feel old.
tired.
before my fathers death at 91 that's what he said....
"I'm so tired".
all his friends were dead.
Mom was still alive but 1/2 a block away in the mental institution stating that dad was already dead.
He just wanted the deep rest...
the long rest.
He was no longer afraid.I was supposed to fly home and visit him that weekend.
I was too sick to go. He died asking who I was, he had my letters in his hands and really didn't remember me. He was quite disturbed by this. I was heart broken I couldn't be there for both of us at his death bed (we didn't know it was his death bed time).
I know I must forgive myself for this.
It still brings tears to my eyes.Dad died the morning of Valentines day.
His heart broke and broken from my mothers rejection of him in his last months on the planet).
Oh well....
maybe I should spend the day on Grief babble.
ta
jai your blubbering buddy
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