ZENTANGLE

Somewhere an earthquake 

has rocked the earth

somewhere a volcano sizzles

surfaces and masks

deceptive always

As the core liquifies

and keeps simmering

the pretense of calm

to befool the world

trapped in a Zentangle

you try to exhibit

your talent and greatness

and I barely hold my pencil right

you write peace, composure

celebration

I draw confusion, conflict,pain

feeling "Toska"

trapped in a Zentangle

called Love

called Life

LET IT GO

The alarm clocks have died

the mobile rings

the world is fogged out

objects have blurred

into each other

a lone sandal

abandoned near a drain

some things are useful

only in pairs

thick tiles stolen

off a pavement

arranged like some

ancient Shamanic ritual

the flower-seller

is dreaming of

a warmth called home

shivering in a thin quilt

an abandoned house

like an enlightened mind

leaves all its windows open

waiting for some dreams

TVs and remotes

people-remotely connected

word play

who plays with whom?

pour,scrub,chant

chop,grate,grind,chant

alrms,alarms,alarms

microwave

washing machine

eat,drink,type

like,comment,tweet

read,write,mark

BREATHE

mechanical motions

cohesion and coherence

go first

comprehension is

not a virtue

little fights and victories

red bicycle,Joyce

crayons,Hugh Prather

words,conversations

monosyllables

hug yourself

I tell a friend

to let go

of letting go

the last dimension

Somewhere in the outback

In the shadow 

of the Uluru*

or somewhere in the

desolate outback

among the waterholes,

the rock engravings

in the Dreamtime**

lie buried

a child's clapping sticks

and the echoes of

their careless gammon

till the gubba man***

arrived

and stole generations 

the abandoned fish hooks

and the broken boomerang

long for the 

Rainbow Serpent

now long gone 

the coroborees#

seeking the old spirits

in the sand and the snow

the desert red with love

not blood

where all stories begin !

* The Ayers Rock

** The Dreamtime (or Dreaming) is a term used to describe the period before living memory when Spirits emerged from beneath the earth and from the sky to create the land forms and all living things.

*** government

The #PeriodPride Warrior’s Rhyme

Image Courtesy: Google

Grandma tradition

Spoke to little P

When you get your period

Listen to me:

“Pickles could rot

And plants could die

If you touch cattle

Their udders may dry

Don’t say prayers

Or touch any holy book

Don’t enter the kitchen

And don’t you dare cook

Why do you need to

wash your filthy hair?

Do not touch your husband

If you really care

Your dirty, unclean cycle

Can make men and children ill

If you go swimming

You’ll drown for sure

or be a shark’s kill

If you go dancing

Or play out in the field

You will stain your skirt

and your family honor indeed.”

But P knew her body

So she wasn’t really afraid

She laughed at the don’ts

and a new song, she made

“My dear dear granny

Granny full of traditions

I will not follow your taboos

Not any of these conditions

Across borders and cultures

Women of the world unite

In feeling no shame

For blood that makes life

So listen my dear

I will do as I please

I am a #PeriodPride warrior

your taboos I shall defeat.”

“This blogathon is supported by the Maya App, used by 6.5 million women worldwide to take charge of their periods and health.”

Other posts for this blogathon :

Not just blood, not just red

An Intimate untouchability

Not Just a Woman's Problem

The Curse of a Taboo