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PictureThese days I keep missing out on Ligo Haibun. Too bad, as I’m deep in work. I managed to be in this week where we have two quotes as follows:

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”  – Rabindranath Tagore or “The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful”E.E. Cummings

My choice below is based on E. E. Cummings’ quote:

Soul Poetry

I eat the words
baked in your mud heart
I drink in your puddle of juices
flowing from your mouth.

PicturePoetry cries out in his veins. Clawing to be let out in verses reeking of firewood smoke seen above the thatched roofs of the village at sunset. Our mothers are busy preparing the evening meal. Above the din of bleating goats and barking of stray dogs in heat, the wailing of hungry children can be heard.

thirsty and crazy
I gulp in your words,
soothing my parched
virgin soil. I crave for more.

We are oblivious to the silence that gradually settles on the village. Mouths are busy chewing and throats are belching out the satisfaction of meals well digested.  Under the fading glint of the twilight, we eat love, our meal for the night.

feed me
nectar from your spring
soul poetry