high tide

"Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life." ~ Taneda Santōka


high tide 
the thought
of a thought

November begins

November begins ~

memories close to my heart 

closer still

WISH YOU ALL A HAPPY DIWALI!

autumn light

autumn light

the leaves turn

quietly,

oh, so quietly 

Photo: Hilal Ahamed Thankamangalam 

What is the Use of Poetry?

Question Time: What is the Use of Poetry
Meena Alexander 

Standing apart I looked at her and said –
We have poetry 

So we do not die of history. I had no idea what I meant. ~


Why do we have poetry in a time like this? For me that question folds into another: What does it mean to belong in a violent world? 

I think of the invisible archive that each of us bears within, a deeply personal ingathering of sights and sounds and scents and bits of the sometimes ruined materiality that memory allots—and perhaps this is another way of thinking about the coruscating flow of the inner life that gives meaning to our existence, all that comes up when we dare to say “I.” And surely this is the province of poetry.


http://www.worldliteraturetoday.org/2013/september/what-use-poetry-meena-alexander#.UmCoP3CBnXA

Whisper of the thunder rolls

giving a voice

to someone else’s word –

thunder rolls

whisper through

the windy rain

'The Paradox of Time'

"Time goes, you say? Ah no! 

Alas, Time stays, we go;"

The Paradox Of Time, Henry Austin Dobson
http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/henry-austin-dobson/the-paradox-of-time-2/

blue skies of autumn

blue skies of autumn

on this illusion of wings

souls soar

above and beyond,

the walls

within and without