final curtain falls billowing like ocean waves silencing the stars final curtain falls a veil across the sunrise no more blackbird song billowing like ocean waves there is no applause when the curtain falls silencing the stars dark clouds pass over the moon the curtain’s fallen Kim M. Russell, 30th September 2018 My response to […]
Tag: Rabindranath Tagore
Sifting Stars and Flowers
time sifts through our hands fading stars and wild flowers difficult to count Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Weekend Meditation #51 Tagore’s ‘Endless Time’ Today we are being reminded that time flies as well as taking a quick trip back in time with a poem by Tagore, from which […]
Where Shadow Chases Light
from unknown skies on breath of a passing breeze perfume of promise from unknown skies flocks of migrant geese arrive autumn on their wings on breath of a passing breeze drifting smoke like old man’s beard tangled in brambles perfume of promise berries and windfall apples leaves for the bonfire Kim M. Russell, 16th September […]
Dancing on the Edge of the World
the edge of the world is where the clouds and waves meet where we dance and sing Kim M. Russell, 9th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditiation #49 Clouds and Waves by Rabindranath Tagore This month, all the Weekend Meditations are kind of ‘distillations’, in which we are given a long poem […]
The Music of Bengal
lilting Tagore songs sparkle with a strange beauty hot Bengali nights Kim M. Russell, 14th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1496 Rabindra Sangeet, the music of Bengal Another episode in India brings us to Bengal and a kind of music that has only words written by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), music known as Rabindra […]
Butterfly Moment
butterfly moment stretches to eternity wonder in my hands Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #25 Use That Quote This weekend’s prompt is ‘Use That Quote’, in which we are given a quote as inspiration to create haiku, tanka or another Japanese poetry form: “The butterfly counts not months but […]
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