Saturday, January 23, 2016

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ON KARMA
A tiny ixora floret drops to the ground
It is neither Winter Fall nor Spring here
It is what the wind does without a sound
It calls to me after the deed is done
Look there, an ixora on the ground
Stalk to petal, tips painted, same colour
Which act was first? colour, fall, wind-bound
Which one started it? Where will it end?
Ah! there it is fragile, found
Maybe at the tip of some poet's pen
Is there kharma in an ixora lain on the ground
ON KARMA © gillena cox 2016


written for prompt #3 at Prompt Nights
Nothing haunts quite like Karma

14 comments:

  1. beautiful Gillena...it reminds me of the wheel of Time...

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  2. Wow! This is such an exquisite take on the prompt :D especially love these lines:

    Stalk to petal, tips painted, same colour
    Which act was first? colour, fall, wind-bound

    Beautifully rendered! Thank you so much for participating Gillena :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. Is there? One can rightly say that Karma will be triggered off the moment a good or bad deed is performed.

    Hank

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    1. Interesting rhetoric Hank, thanks for dropping in

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  4. the last 2 lines capture it so beautifully...

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  5. I love the dreamy thoughtful feeling of this poem - almost like walking with you - It is what the wind does without a sound - is my favourite line :)

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  6. "Maybe at the tip of some poet's pen. I do believe that is what just happened, Gillena

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    1. (✿◠‿◠), Thanks for dropping in Debi

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