Monday, March 13, 2017

Flower for the Day The Gnomes want Out 3-13-17

The gnomes winter over in the garage. They have watched with interest as the gardens are getting ready with cutting the grasses, blowing the leaves,  and mulching with some organic concoction called Black-Gold.
They told me last Friday that they were ready to come out to their garden. It was a beautiful March day.



I told them to be careful what they wished for:



They are still smiling.


Prabhu Iyer
Prabhu Iyer
Oct 28, 2014

Carved in stone, lost in time,
freezing my parted smile,

Peering down into the unknown,
I sit next to you, toting my arms:

Where is the world
that breathed you to life?

On this lonely peak, tires
upon tires of hopes and dreams
retreat into the the terraced
spirals of mists; Every mystical
dawn dissolves into the lakes.

Gnomes bear the burden of
mysterious gates to the beyond,
as whispers tiptoe to strains
of the Quijongo.

Here epochs and worlds end.
And counts begin all over again.

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