Glopowrimo 27

GloPoWriMo 27

(1) Write a poem in epistolary form where you address someone beginning "Dear...". The body of the letter should have elements of magic realism.

Dear son,
The clock's hands curled up
In a frightened namaste
Refused to show the time
Freezing my life that instant
Into still photo frames
Flashing crashing
Through beloved minds.

Adios before hand
A second before
The minute hand
Enters the zone
Of Nada...
Nothingness.

Because letters cannot be penned
From the continent of clouds.

Still glance upwards,
See me building
Tall mood castles
Along with other
Guardians of the mote.

Another time
Another party
Another day
Looking up at
Loose jet contrails
Oftimes will you think of me
Pearls beading your jet orbs
With lustrous beauty.

For mystery roads
Snake up
And I'm aloft
Surrendered.

The earth holds up
Heaven's Ossiary
Itself on an elephant's back rests
Which takes support of
The turtle, who stretches an infinite neck
Looping into the distance
To survey heaven's grave.

I'm sorry.
Au revoir dear son
I will descend if and
When gravity calls
And space time bends
Just right for me to alight.

Till then
Eyeball to eyeball
Glassy eyes stare down
A billion turtle years worth of pain
A Kalpa in minutae
The sad saga of
Our Human Love
In a soft soled
Brahma minute.

Adios
If you hear my static pain
Buzzing on intergalactic radios
Call it microwave radiation.

We shall have contact.
In pockets of imagined universes.

Love
Father.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018