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
Nothing haunts quite like Karma
beautiful Gillena...it reminds me of the wheel of Time...
ReplyDeleteWow! This is such an exquisite take on the prompt :D especially love these lines:
ReplyDeleteStalk 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
Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa
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Is there? One can rightly say that Karma will be triggered off the moment a good or bad deed is performed.
ReplyDeleteHank
Interesting rhetoric Hank, thanks for dropping in
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Happy you dropped in Mary
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the last 2 lines capture it so beautifully...
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Gazal
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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 :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Jae
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"Maybe at the tip of some poet's pen. I do believe that is what just happened, Gillena
ReplyDelete(✿◠‿◠), Thanks for dropping in Debi
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