Glopowrimo 30

Glopowrimo 30

Have you ever really scoured a dirty floor
Scraping out dead cockroach eggs lined up against the wall
Have you found joy
In exorcising dirt?
Have you been cleansed
Purer, closer to God
In that?

I muted the shades
Threw down the blinds
On my brain.

I cut and chopped and peeled
My thumbs stinging
From ugly
Potato peels
Onion and garlic stains.

Golden danced somnolent
Static stone butterflies
In morning breeze
Carved bigh up
on fluted columns holding
Up pretentious mansion
Beyond my homely verandah
Soothing me soft and tender
With insightful beauty's
Vividly startling ease.

Purple wooed the willowy
Jacaranda, slender
Bewitching tease,
And I hummed
In a sudden spurt of
Emetic joyous relief.

Songs crooned
Like holy balm
As I toiled and slaved
Pleasures harnessed
Upon the spine
Of hard work's well earned
Lease.

A burning anthem lit inside
Croaking blazing pain
Into binary channels
Of my bicameral brain,
Blood flooding my optic nerves
Till saline relief
Pounded down  the doors
Of doubt and disbelief.

Every single coursing tear
A caustic courageous pearl
Necrotizing impotence
Cauterizing pain
To pleasure
My unwitting human heart
Hoards such
Strange treasures.

And weary
Cinderella
Who didn't go to the ball
Bereft of coach
While the country
Pumpkin glares
Shed stone tears
At the witching hour
Into black hole basin.

Simple country bumpkin
This maiden's demon lover
The poetess in her,
Trapped,
A maryred gyre.

So Thank God there are
Dirty dishes
By the dozen
To clear.

Perhaps
Hard work a template
For the gene
To mutate and adapt
Transcripting unseemly whims
Till transcendental
The tides of fate
Move us closer to a
Serendipitous spate
Of opportunities
Born of
Amazing dreams.

I can ruminate and procrastinate
Perhaps even expiate
Like the time I smashed
Prettiest  porcelain
In an evil hapless rage
The silent plea of phone calls
I ignored
Helpless to even acknowledge
The all too human demoness,
Harboring soul gnashing umbrage.

Regrets are degrees of
Enlightenment
Hard work the median
The golden ratio
Whorls of Repetitive patterns
Harmonics that
Revive and recreate.

I can cast out my soul
On soft wintry fields
My hands busy
Washing away my umpteen
Sins
Bleeding over the silent sink
I accept betrayals
I surrender
At the brink
Of defeat.

Merged with Cristo
And Krishna
I find Christ,
Mosaic visionary seer,
I swear, hard work
Makes a prophet
Out of a liar,
With destiny l
Have a tryst.

I cannot fear
What I hold dear.

I give the Noddy plates
A gentle smear
A soupçon of soap suds
And watch the breathy bubbles
Break, nibbling away
The dirt that accumulates.

My elegant elbow grease
My sodden lashes
My heavy knees
My aching surreal spine
They are real immediate
And divine.

They open up portals
As dreams align
I'm kinder than I have
Ever been
My fate is flux
A torque in motion
When I give in.

When I
Give up
Give in
I give my all
Transcending
Four ugly walls.

Only then
Am I alive.
Dreaming
Inside the mortal coil s
Of daily toils
Life
I am revivified.

Purplish pink bougainvillea
Violent cool violet jacaranda
Grace dripping mercy on trellises
Garnering greatest focus
When tireless hands
Concentrate on
Possible locus
Cyclical circles
Of completion.

Set free our souls
Timeless Nightingales
Tracing  the eternal
Traveller,
Of both,
The universe within
And without.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017