In Limbo 2

  Short poems 1. which strange  shores  would it ply  this diapason  of a restless  heart? which Ulysses  would it tempt into its  coiled silence? 2. a lantern spills its burden of light across furrows of darkness  quivering hush of a late twilight unfurling fumes of incense and dusky footfalls  blinded by stars 3. silence it is drowning in that peg, in the unsteadiness  of your gait, in the way you look through everything to gaze at the emptiness  of her eyes...and, look how it fills you up!

    in the doldrum  of so many wars on ground in air on seas and then AI... Pope Leo's warning to the world; Encyclical is the new word learnt.      the kittens have all morphed into little furballs bounding rebounding, chasing shadows and randomness. Adrift, a maina's glass eye stares holding nothing but the  grey ceiling. The brood shrieks, suddenly hungry and impatient... Josie, the mother parades her prey clutching it with her deadly incisers, loosened plumage gently brush the floor: never again shall I covet them. Never again would  the pages of old books be turned to admire the feathers found on many a walk. The notes left unsung cling to the humid summer air, cloying and heavy, smeared in the yellowing smell of blood and gleeful cries...a sense of victory, violence, art...repose. Midst this incessant buzz of  unfounded joy, the solitary being  lingers within its rampart: prayer rises like a smoke signal, an SOS to whoever mig...