Short Works for the Peripatetic Web Surfer
From the monthly archives:
by Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy
Like mirages in a dreary desert
Illusions, spell-bind our thoughts,
Fickle mind gets simply trapped,
Till the life’s precious glow gets dim.
Reality dawns before the ultimate
Drowning you in the mire of gloom.
Arise and awake, O youthful hearts
Truth looks bitter before unfolding.
Let wisdom prevail to liberate self,
Break the shackles once and for all.
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by Margarita EngleIn Assisi
my father the artist
explained perspective,
form, and pigment,
but I was unable
to see anything beyond
the man in a winglike robe
speaking to birds
so calmly
that they understood
the wolves
must listen too.
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by Margarita Engle
Descending
into the land
of childhood
a yellow-walled town
on the coast
of light
memory’s
turbulent landing
each rediscovery
of time flow
and place love
always new.
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by Paul Sohar
Men come in angular squares,
women whir on and on as disks,
children bounce around
as octagons
till they hit a wall
and turn into
squares and disks.
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