THE GUARDIANS -- A POEM FOR R K SINGH by Gwilym Williams
Monday, 13 April 2009
The Guardians - a poem for R K Singh
The following Poet-in-Residence poem is for the inspirational Indian poet R K Singh. Hope you enjoy it R K!
The Guardians
With the croaking frogs
and the jambu trees
we share moonlight, fruit
and flies.
With our bamboo flutes
we call upon
celestial lords
with powers to come
and then we fall
on the floor
like sticks.
The guardians sit
on their lotus thrones
and slap their arms
and thighs
and the nagas swim
in the seas of milk
and never ending
noise.
______________
gwilliams 2009
Posted by Poet in Residence at 16:25
4 comments:
The Weaver of Grass said...
I like that first verse (stanza?)
because it mixes the good and the bad - the moonlight and the flies.
I don't know the poet you honour but I admire your workmanship as always.
13 April 2009 17:06
Poet in Residence said...
Lot of R K Singh material on PiR. He's in the LINKS too. Interesting character with exotic Indian poetry deep as a New Delhi street in the rainy season.
13 April 2009 17:53
Mairi said...
I'll borrow one of Singh's poems to stand in as my comment -
The poem:
Ripe on the branches
mangoes fall one by one
end of the season
Thanks for the introduction.
16 April 2009 07:32
R.K.SINGH said...
Hi Gwilym: Your introduction of R K Singh to The Weaver of Grass-- "...deep as a New Delhi street in the rainy season"-- made me smile. I love this more than the poem you've composed for me.
I also appreciate Mairi's (ironical) comment, but let me assure you we'll both be around for another decade or so to justify our poetic worth!
R K
16 April 2009 12:26
From: http://poet-in-residence.blogspot.com/2009/04/guardians-poem-for-r-k-singh.html
The Guardians - a poem for R K Singh
The following Poet-in-Residence poem is for the inspirational Indian poet R K Singh. Hope you enjoy it R K!
The Guardians
With the croaking frogs
and the jambu trees
we share moonlight, fruit
and flies.
With our bamboo flutes
we call upon
celestial lords
with powers to come
and then we fall
on the floor
like sticks.
The guardians sit
on their lotus thrones
and slap their arms
and thighs
and the nagas swim
in the seas of milk
and never ending
noise.
______________
gwilliams 2009
Posted by Poet in Residence at 16:25
4 comments:
The Weaver of Grass said...
I like that first verse (stanza?)
because it mixes the good and the bad - the moonlight and the flies.
I don't know the poet you honour but I admire your workmanship as always.
13 April 2009 17:06
Poet in Residence said...
Lot of R K Singh material on PiR. He's in the LINKS too. Interesting character with exotic Indian poetry deep as a New Delhi street in the rainy season.
13 April 2009 17:53
Mairi said...
I'll borrow one of Singh's poems to stand in as my comment -
The poem:
Ripe on the branches
mangoes fall one by one
end of the season
Thanks for the introduction.
16 April 2009 07:32
R.K.SINGH said...
Hi Gwilym: Your introduction of R K Singh to The Weaver of Grass-- "...deep as a New Delhi street in the rainy season"-- made me smile. I love this more than the poem you've composed for me.
I also appreciate Mairi's (ironical) comment, but let me assure you we'll both be around for another decade or so to justify our poetic worth!
R K
16 April 2009 12:26
From: http://poet-in-residence.blogspot.com/2009/04/guardians-poem-for-r-k-singh.html
posted by Ram Krishna Singh at 3:27 AM
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