Posts Tagged ‘creative writing’

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A firefly sailed
out of the black
heart of a green tree,
a spark adrift.

Night made beautiful.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

 

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stoic night of blazing venus
silent canvas to

montage of sounds
bracketed by walls.

rough-hewn barks
approaching heightening disappearing

susurrus leaves,
winter’s children now dead

eye flutter, jagged breath
deep. even. slow.

toward oblivion i drift.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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the moon is full
behind tangled tree limbs,

they do little to muffle
her loud beauty: she glows

the color of butter, pierced with
the sharp sheen of metal.

time’s lazy sky meander
softens her gaze, thaws her cool

she sighs in soft puffs
of silver breath, birthing

a surging living
celebration of her divinity.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

roar

Posted: December 3, 2016 in Uncategorized, writings
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shilo-shive-suleman

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Not you furtively skirting long shadows
jump in
Not you crawling, quivering
grow strong-still
Not you shrouded in sameness
strip now
Not you wishing on stars
know earth
Not you who knows
unlearn
Not you smiling falsely
oh, stop!

Yes
you, i seek
you
who roar.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

studiokotokoto

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Sinuous gold-lacquered streams
map an unorchestrated
beauty of dream wounds
hushing celebrating
heartbreaks lifebreaks.

A soul,
broken whole.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

cat-and-fish

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stillness in movement
silence in the noise
anchored fluidity.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

 

sunlight-window

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for morning’s light
asks me to trust,
not forget,
my love.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

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i fall, i rise,
a breathing wave;
unshackled, moving –
a trusting child,
perhaps naïve –
to tentative rhythms
night calls, in voices
hollowed and velvet
casting dismembered
rouge on shadow-walls,
the uncertainty of being.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

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Ancient energies shoot to sky
where space begins,

a collision of branches, leaves
voice hollow-boned

clackety clicks, falling to earth
in chaotic harmony.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

altar of light beings

Half a moon, cloaked in silver blue,
around her ripples rainbow halos.

Beside her, the night blinks in stars.
The stars…always the stars:
cold glory, warm spirit.

In the sacred reflection of night’s light,
do you see you?

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016