'Catharsis' by Ashim Sagor
"…I’m
wistful for my kin of the spirit”
Ezra Pounds
We're trying to connect
throwing/launching the anchor,
mooring to a harbor.
Closer. Louder. Risky
thoughts touch the sand,
smell a seaweed…
Hark! Seagull cry…
The peace in jeopardy.
Half-word…half-breeze…
Broken link. Silence.
Go ponder. Whole world
between,
Universe of feelings
separates, match,
mingling: “It’s me, hi!”
Feels/thinks right –
We …
the bank of promises
where love - arrested,
with the highest motive
in wistful eyes.
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ha. this was surprising at times...i like the hark!
ReplyDeletethat last stanza is money though...where love arrested, cool line....
The sea has so many stories to tell that its sirens call is enticing.
ReplyDeleteLike a boat to a shore. Never thought of Love like that. When we don't align correctly, there is a "whole world between." Do you drop anchor anyway?
ReplyDeleteCan be quite the distance between when things are a bit scrambled, hopefully that bank collects though
ReplyDeletelove arrested, cool play on words.
ReplyDeleteYes, I do think that in some ways we all strive to connect - somehow want to find a way to be together rather than alone in our separateness.
ReplyDeleteFinding the balance to integrate ourselves into a 'we' is a real lesson to learn..that sculpture is amazing too..helped me understand the words more
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a wonderful escape from a stressful lifestyle.
ReplyDeletefrom trying to connect to jeopardy to promise, love and wistful eyes...like this journey :)
ReplyDeleteI was most struck by the closing lines. I can see the wistful eyes!
ReplyDelete" the bank of promises / where love-arrested"... I like these lines most...
ReplyDelete"Universe of feelings
ReplyDeleteseparates, match,
mingling: “It’s me, hi!”
Feels/thinks right –
We … " Beautiful ~' connections' happen even if they were not intended. Loved it, humbird!
love this humbird
ReplyDeletethe bank of promises
ReplyDeletewhere love - arrested,
with the highest motive
in wistful eyes.
Perfect ending humbird! Yes, one can't really be sure can we! Lots are hidden behind the wishful eyes!
Hank
How clever- I love how you paired the photo and the poem! I too believe it is the connections that make us human~
ReplyDeleteI guess human connections include all that you've said. Sometimes though, the silence speaks its own language. I enjoyed your poem very much.
ReplyDeletewith the highest motive
ReplyDeletein wistful eyes.
excellent ending…
Enjoyed... Very good.
ReplyDelete" asymmetry of power " comes to mind
ReplyDeletevery moving!
ReplyDeleteThis our voyage into the cadence- chop, from beach to 'meet' we hop, seagull's shrill, and love's belay, Thanks for taking us this way. . .!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to see someone besides me use the word 'hark'. Lovely work!
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