Sunday 13 May 2012

strings

The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin 

I offer that sacred bowl
to the goddess
I let the rituals take over my senses
I might not understand its significance
yet I cut fruits into strings
I do not wish demons to visit
to taste the elaborated food
I never did comprehend their intentions
or the way they followed the flags of peace
only to cause devastation

demons are indigenous, 
goddess is usurper;
reaching the summit, only to fall
let us drink from that bowl
before we sell our very soul

14 comments:

  1. I like this: "yet I cut fruits into strings I do not wish demons to visit"

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  2. There is a fascinating thread running through many of today's wordles. Bravo.

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  3. "Reaching the summit, only to fall."
    Ah, we'e back with Sisyphus again - well done.

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  4. Strong write, Gautami. The final stanza is frightening.

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  5. Yes, Gautami, the final stanza is beautifully frightening.

    Pamela

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  6. Oh my what a powerful piece! Such a fascinating read!

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  7. No, I don't want the demons to visit. And why does devastation follow the flags of peace? Or preceed them, overtake them?

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  8. A little homage goes a long way...

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  9. Sometimes the undercurrents of a tradition can be much darker than one can fathom. This is the subtle darkness that underlies this poem.

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  10. i def like the italicized stanza the best and you set it up well in the opening...demons are there for sure....

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  11. I might not understand its significance
    yet I cut fruits into strings

    Such a powerful image.

    =)

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  12. A powerful mantra type poem that sends the soul searching for comfort.

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