Looking down from the plane
Islands if clouds drift 9ver islands of land
Ripples in clouds above ripples st sea
And you realise how vast and repeated all things are
So we live as oghers have before us
Genghis khan Alexander the great cleoptra caeser and all the tiny insignificant people around them
Islands if clouds peopled with tiny beings
Friends only for as long as the winds let them. Flying over in wisps of clouds fickle by the minute some days
So aishu ashwin and I created this story together. Very devised theater style.
Here it is:
One day the brave captain hoya was sailing the great deep ocean. She had just finished her daring adventures in the southern oceans and was now sailing further south
. Her brother poya wanted to go along with her but she said "no brother. I must venture alone" so the brother donned his invisibility cloak and his in the boat with hoya.
As we lie snug in our beds in highrise flats ...awash in moonlight
Waters lap the shores
Waters rise and fall upon the shores
Waters tower and crash onto shores pulling out trees cows houses TV sets babies driftwood clothes mothers fathers children dogs
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Though everyone we leave a place
We feel want to come back
It's best to know
That we may not
And so
Let me say farewell now
River Avon and your swans and fees and feisty ducks
I will think of you
Like wordsworth his daffodils
With my hand on my heart.. adieu adieu
This world is made
For peace, love and beauty
Let's live it so
Let's live it so
Nature is full of diversity
Colours abound and flourish beside one another .the old and knarled stand strong beside the fresh and new
And the world smiles
Poetry
For all the beauty in this world
For all the sorrow
All of thought and being .there is poetry
I sit here
In the garden
Under an umbrella
At peace
Raindrops on my head
Poetry in my heart
Nature in my eyes
God in my being
This trip is a meditation on beauty
Moments ... gone that moment so precious for never ever being exactly the same again
The greens under a thin sheet of cloud
A swan running on water ... running from fast paddling swam or running to the promise of food?
A feather floating on water
Shed carelessly by you .so downy white
You don't miss that single feather
That I gaze on so wistfully
You spare it not another glance
What you have in abundance you don't miss
You don't know what beauty you lend this river
Just swimming by
That feather proof you floated by once
And what do you seek
As you paddle by so quickly
Staring purposefully into the water as you shovel water behind you
Leaving a triangular shape in your wake
That water quickly folds over
No one believe me when I say
She wanted me
She wanted out of all that endless sunshine and butterflies and flowers
There's a limit she cried .she saw me my dark cape my dark hair and
She looked at me
Those eyes smouldering in her sunny face
I warned her ..to come with mem
she seduced me
I was not kidnapped
I walked up to hades and seduced him
Who can resist spring when she visits
When she tempts you to take a bite of that first apple
He was coming there every day
And I saw him his rippling muscles
Once upon a time there was a little baby butterfly living in a yellow flower.
Mummy butterfly was in a pink flower collecting nectar
Baby butterfly wanted to join mummy butterfly but Could not fly to her because her wings were too small
She started to cry weh weh weh
Along flew a big green butterfly
"Why you crying baby butterfly?"
"I want to go to my mummy! But I'm too little"
" oh don't cry about that! Jump on my back I'll fly you to your mummy!"
So the baby butterfly hopped onto the broad back of the green butterfly.
And the butterfly flapped it's wings and started to fly towards the pink flowers
As they were nearing though a strong guys if wind blew
And baby butterfly fell off.
She was falling and falling and falling ....
When gasp! Someone caught her and baby felt something soft holding her
It was the mother butterfly!
"I saw you flying towards me and then I saw you fall and I flew to catch you!
Baby butterfly and mummy butterfly hugged each other closely and lived happily ever after among the yellow nectar filled flowers
