Featured Poem:
Dead Man Standing
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Featured Poem:
Dead Man Standing
DEAD MAN STANDING ©
When the streets of promise opened its arms
to highways of teeming pasture
There he stood;
Vines emerged from toiled earth
Scorched from germination
the succulent seeds of Paradise anew.
He stood there, breathless, silent
Fanning the headlights, masking the blaze
Bony stems
mourning the movement of reverence
to triumph of tempestuous stalks under luxuriant skies
Dead man standing, scanning the scalded crops
Invigorating life, bracing death.
© Tanisha Bhana – Feb 2012
(For the work, Dead Man Standing, from the portfolio, Transience)
ISABEL’S HARVEST ©
In the Eden of unknown –
Corridors guide to the ashen Faces of lucrative terrain
Where labels mark possession, prepared in unison when harmony caused distress
Belongings hung on parched and blooming foliage
Flourishing on soiled pyjamas from Isabel’s bosom.
Nameless soldiers harvest a yellow yonder
For the banquet of anonymous shadows,
In preparation for the great disparate feast of Abundance.
Isabel’s garden, cultivated in ecstatic pursuit of arranged tenure,
And providing a euphoria of assured faith,
remains alone in-waiting
for floating Lillies to encumber the beloved
in untamed abandonment.
© Tanisha Bhana – Jan 2012
(For the works, Dissolve (1-2) and Isabel’s Harvest, from the portfolio, Transience)
THE DANDELION AND THE DOVE ©
Last night, the stones pricked my feet
but the thorns sheltered my refuge
And Dandelions grew where black doves died,
Today, the smoke hid my blemish
but the fruit fed me poison
And branches grew where temples collapsed,
Tomorrow, swallows may cry
And vultures rejoice,
Sanctuaries disintegrate and ashes grow cobwebs
While transient beings encircle the nucleus
Till hearts bleed the venom of devotion, to all things Unknown.
© Tanisha Bhana – Feb 2012
(For the work, The Dandelion and the Dove, from the portfolio, Transience)
DEAD MAN STANDING ©
When the streets of promise opened its arms
to highways of teeming pasture
There he stood;
Vines emerged from toiled earth
Scorched from germination
the succulent seeds of Paradise anew.
He stood there, breathless, silent
Fanning the headlights, masking the blaze
Bony stems
mourning the movement of reverence
to triumph of tempestuous stalks under luxuriant skies
Dead man standing, scanning the scalded crops
Invigorating life, bracing death.
© Tanisha Bhana – Feb 2012
(For the work, Dead Man Standing, from the portfolio, Transience)
ISABEL’S HARVEST ©
In the Eden of unknown –
Corridors guide to the ashen Faces of lucrative terrain
Where labels mark possession, prepared in unison when harmony caused distress
Belongings hung on parched and blooming foliage
Flourishing on soiled pyjamas from Isabel’s bosom.
Nameless soldiers harvest a yellow yonder
For the banquet of anonymous shadows,
In preparation for the great disparate feast of Abundance.
Isabel’s garden, cultivated in ecstatic pursuit of arranged tenure,
And providing a euphoria of assured faith,
remains alone in-waiting
for floating Lillies to encumber the beloved
in untamed abandonment.
© Tanisha Bhana – Jan 2012
(For the works, Dissolve (1-2) and Isabel’s Harvest, from the portfolio, Transience)
THE DANDELION AND THE DOVE ©
Last night, the stones pricked my feet
but the thorns sheltered my refuge
And Dandelions grew where black doves died,
Today, the smoke hid my blemish
but the fruit fed me poison
And branches grew where temples collapsed,
Tomorrow, swallows may cry
And vultures rejoice,
Sanctuaries disintegrate and ashes grow cobwebs
While transient beings encircle the nucleus
Till hearts bleed the venom of devotion, to all things Unknown.
© Tanisha Bhana – Feb 2012
(For the work, The Dandelion and the Dove, from the portfolio, Transience)
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