Transience Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
Transience
Repose doesn't come up ripe
no more inputs, right
what could be such super feed
that ignites robust sleep
Thoughts in, thoughts out,
passing shows-
all passive on the track-
forget what? Nothing is new
old wine and balanced glass!
Waiting on the eyelids closed
a shadow super dark,
casts a ring to rustic light
that rolls- up and down, in sparks
Grapevine on the window aisle
the distant singing lark
brightest is the moonlit sky
drowned into a dream, this fast?
21st Dec 2019
Transience.....the oldest song on earth, each time in a brand new coat, and created in full elegance and new spirit. I must exclaim again: What a Beauty is this laden and layered poem! so many marvelous metaphors to enjoy! Thank you so much for sharing this fantastic though sad poem, Kesav.
New becomes old, old becomes new. It is all His Grace. The sleep and the dream also. Thanks for your detailed feedback Sylvie. Liked
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5/23/2024 11:37:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Super Dark! ! ! A shadow. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.