Bruno Catalyno ‘s “fragments” from “les voyageurs The”
April 22, 2020
Day 22
A JOURNEY FORLORN:I am challenged to write a poem based on the sculptures of Bruno Catalyno’s “Fragments” from “les voyageurs the”.
I, the blue bag stand here clueless.
My owner kept traveling, holding me,
never failing to leave me;
I contain some dilapidated clothes,
a portrait of his family
and a few currency coins.
Through the sea he sailed and sailed,
in admiring the beauty around him he failed,
in the trails of his anguish he frailed.
He kept traveling in search of a greener pasture,
fragmenting himself in oblivious pains of fracture,
an intermittent iterant the calmness of the sea he failed to capture.
Never once he lost me
in me he treasured the family portrait of glee
however, his fragile mind and body plummeted to a fruitless spree.
His tattered clothes began to stink,
wandered he his torso in hoodwink,
his journey edging to nothingness of brink.
The birds chirped, the squirrels chattered,
the bees buzzed but they never mattered,
in flattered dreams, he faulted and got battered.
In his obsession of my possession,
losing himself in the guilt of his no progression,
he began shredding, defeating himself in confession.
A journey of mundanity,
he ruined his own vanity,
capitulating to the very essence of sanity.
He clasped me to fill me more,
to hand me money tripled to his wife he swore,
but gnawed and gnarled, finally he is no more.
I, the blue bag stand here clueless
My owner kept traveling, holding me,
never failing to leave me;
I contain some dilapidated clothes,
a portrait of his family
and a few currency coins, waiting to be adopted.
Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh
Take 2 – Mother Earth
April 22, 2020
World Earth day:
Based on the sculpture if Mother Earth had a face and a body.😊
Mother Earth with folded hands:
Oh Mother Earth,
Forgive us for making you ugly,
over the years we have
pilfered you with
stains, wrinkled you
and made you wretched
for all the uniqueness
you bestowed upon us,
we have shattered you
and gobbled you
beyond words of guilt.
Please do not embarrass us
with folded hands
for in the pangs of greed
we spoiled you,
plundered and murdered you
nibbling the pristine beauty of you.
We celebrate you today with
Complete complacency.
Forgive us.
HAPPY EARTH DAY
Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh
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