Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Shiva


Muscles twitch preventing mercury's
Escape from kajoled eyes.
A throat strains, blacker now than blue
Greets gritty saline misery.

She orients herself toward
Him, seated on a leopard's skin.
Cupped hands - pleas,
Drop,
Allow
Serene
Merciful havens
Etching a path
Through smoke-marred skies.

Her vision blurs,
Heavy metal
Overtakes
Her universe.

7 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

Deeply touching and I can so easily visualize it with your words...artfully arranged
Linda

Shadow said...

the picture you painted, amazing!

CathM said...

Feels like a 'beast/animal' emerging out of the poem...

Jaya said...

hmmmmm should i be insulted by that last comment?

SarahA said...

Beautiful words, you. And I am loving 'kajoled eyes'

Jaya said...

haha thank you.
and yes, i guess so.

dzaMski said...

om namah Shivaya :)
clear words, pure vision great journey.
blessings!