A JOURNEY FORLORN:


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

PRAYER:

Napowrimo Day 21

April 21, 2020

TSL prompt: Today I am challenged to write
Words taken from Joy Harpo’s “Eagle” poem :

I have chosen the words
Kindness, sun, moon and beauty.

Kindness has a language of its own,
may we inscribe its inscriptions
before it fades into obsolete oblivion.

Like the sun, moon and stars infinite,
pristine Prayers
pervade upon the beauty of our lives,
may we use the power of prayers to bestow
peace upon Earth.

Prayer is the ultimate
rendition of intimate emotion,
may we all pray
for a better tomorrow
burying beneath today’s sorrow.

Prayers are priceless,
may we value it preciousness
and pray for the togetherness of humanity?

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh

Take 2 – My Prayers:

TSL prompt:
Day 21
April 21, 2020
Words used from source poem:
Sun, kindness, beauty, wings.

In subdued whispers
the sun ushers in a new day
as I pray with folded hands
unfolding my wishes for
a new beginning
melting all agonies
in divine ambience.

The heart
confides ,
confesses and
converges into one communion,
the entity of God.

Those butterflies in
my garden inspire
me to unclasp
my wings,
I unwind
all afflictions
and nurture
the beauty
of kindness from
nature
as prayers
resonate
amidst routine
chores
for I believe
prayers don’t
have barriers,
they pervade
through my daily tides
of time
until the moon
peeps and I descend
to sleep.


Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh