Triparshva
: Melody Over Three Octaves
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tailfins fluttering
the dragon kite
zigzags in the sky
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giri |
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the scent
of champa buds
shifts her attention
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kala |
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sunbeams on my pillow
not the alarm clock
waken me
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moi |
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underwater park
she comes up gasping
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giri |
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lending its soft glow
to each hanging fruit
the mango moon
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kala |
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baby burbles with glee
while I change his diaper
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moi |
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* * * *
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dregs of Merlot
in the bottom
of crystal glasses
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giri |
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sorrow in your voice, owl
more when I'm alone
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kala |
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what big eyes you have
grandmama
and what a big ...
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moi |
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silver bells around her ankles
arouse him
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giri |
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reciting ghazals
will love never become
stale?
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kala |
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our pandemic swarms
beneath fields of new graves
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moi |
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a sea change
in my daughter -
Berkeley had its ways
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giri |
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running downhill
I fall thru' the autumn sky
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kala |
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moonshine stilled
from Santa's new potatoes
for Rudolph's stash
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moi |
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a grizzly smile
on her Halloween lantern
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giri |
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* * * *
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one by one
at the beauty parlour
her curls fall flat
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kala |
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hail stones big as golf balls
rain onto my garden
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moi |
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the human mind -
too deep to fathom
or just plain shallow?
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men against a cart wheel
recycling gossip
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kala |
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daisy chains
of pink and yellow
to garland our little girl
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moi |
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cascading melody
over three octaves
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This poem is dedicated to all our sisters, in whom we find bits
and pieces of ourselves
Participants:
Moira Richards (South Africa), sabaki
Giri Ramanathan (USA)
Kala Ramesh (India)
Composed February to April 2007
Verse 14 appeared previously in Roadrunner summer 2007.
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