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| 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
I like this: "yet I cut fruits into strings I do not wish demons to visit"
ReplyDeleteThere is a fascinating thread running through many of today's wordles. Bravo.
ReplyDelete"Reaching the summit, only to fall."
ReplyDeleteAh, we'e back with Sisyphus again - well done.
Strong write, Gautami. The final stanza is frightening.
ReplyDeleteYes, Gautami, the final stanza is beautifully frightening.
ReplyDeletePamela
Oh my what a powerful piece! Such a fascinating read!
ReplyDeleteintense...demons out!!!
ReplyDeleteMy take.
No, I don't want the demons to visit. And why does devastation follow the flags of peace? Or preceed them, overtake them?
ReplyDeleteA little homage goes a long way...
ReplyDeletean enjoyable read!
ReplyDeleteSometimes the undercurrents of a tradition can be much darker than one can fathom. This is the subtle darkness that underlies this poem.
ReplyDeletei def like the italicized stanza the best and you set it up well in the opening...demons are there for sure....
ReplyDeleteI might not understand its significance
ReplyDeleteyet I cut fruits into strings
Such a powerful image.
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A powerful mantra type poem that sends the soul searching for comfort.
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