Category: poem

Surprise

It’s surprising,

To be surprised

By surprises.

 Surprise in giver and taker;

Surprises predictable and unpredictable;

Surprising someone with simple joys.

 The empty pot, surprisingly

Sprang to life;

A gift that died with time, surprising

How we lost each other;

And her call that day, surprised

My representational self.

 Indeed, it’s surprising

To be surprised

By surprises.

 

Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

 

 

Red

love

Single red rose.

Deep and dark,

Blood red.

Named Red Cross.

Heard me recite,

“The Sick Rose”.

Hybrid velvety red.

Marvelled life,

Pleasure’s mine.

Recalled Jung’s Red Book, but

My thoughts speculated,

“Who inspired William Blake?”

 

*Carl G Jung, psychologist and psychiatrist, recorded “exploration of his unconscious and his encounters with the works of many cultural figures” in a book that came to be famously called Jung’s  Red Book. It is said that “the format of the Red Book resembles the work of the British poet and painter William Blake (1757–1827), who also recorded dreams and visions in combined text and images and with whose work Jung had some familiarity.”

The Sick Rose is William Blake’s contribution to the world of literature.

Ref: https://www.loc.gov/exhibits/red-book-of-carl-jung/the-red-book-and-beyond.html

 

Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

Urgent

“Does it matter?” I asked.

“Not till you told me it’s urgent.”

In your sense of urgency,

 I felt an urge to chase me

Till the boundaries blurred;

And compelled I felt to meet

My recluse-Self as she sought

In imperative an answer

To comprehend “it’s urgent”

My Self exclaimed,

“Time does matter!”

Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

Daily Prompt – URGENT