Menolyrical; Words for Words' Sake

Lotus, He said

First there was
the dust
the grist of any mill

Then there came
the  water
turned the dust to swill

Vegetation
crawléd
thro' the deep within

Emergéd the
pale bud
of soft moon-like sheen

He lookéd and
a smile
thro' all the world spread

"Thus my work
is ended.
It's Lotus" He said

"Let the ones
who come
more from this terrain

Learn the truth
of living
from her sweet refrain

Ris'n from murk
to beauty
untouched by the grime

Yes let them
see how
from their strife to climb"

A long sigh He 
gave and
spun the final thread

Put to run
this Earth
"yes - Let them" He said.

 ©2013 Yamini Ali MacLean  
                       
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9 comments:

  1. Hello Yamini, pretty poem and lotus flower. Have a happy weekend!

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  2. Lotus flowers always remind us of Water Lilies .... don't know why though...

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    1. Hari OM
      Well, they do have water in common... but there the connection pretty much ends! Of course, In Hinduism (and other Eastern philosophies) the Lotus is held sacred, which is what sparked the poem. Most specifically because out of swamp arises such beauty and the leaves disperse water - much like a duck's back...

      That all said, I ought to have pointed out that the photograph I took in QLD is actually a water lily - no lotus to hand! Yxx

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  3. The way it looks to us (on mom's computer), there are certain letters of a different font. We tried to figure out if there was a significance behind this but we cannot figure it out. Mom says we don't have much depth.

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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    1. Hari OM
      Your eyes deceive you not... this poem was written for a presentation at Sandeepany, so a certain level of performance... typing this way helped in the emphasis is all - and I furgot it was there when reposting this.....sigh.... never mind the depth, feel the width... Yxx

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  4. That's such a beautiful poem. We live just a few miles from a historical grist meal. I buy my corn there as it makes the most wonderful muffins and bread.

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    1. Hari Om
      ...................YUM!!! Yxx

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  5. Beautiful poem and beautiful flower!
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

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