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Sunday 25 January 2009

Meditation

(I live in a small English village. It is so quiet that when we first arrived from Bombay, the silence was deeply painful. The sound of a train miles away logged the hours for me. And, on Friday evenings, church bells ringing reminded me to breathe.)

Rust in bloom
against the pale sky
It is softly raining
outside the window of my mind
And church bells
Offer an interlude;

I can smell the rain
in a stream of wind and birdsong
And church bells
Glorify the hour -

I am reading.


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8 comments:

  1. Sophie - LFA12 January 2009 at 17:32

    Hey there ... my name is Wick Davis and I'm with the Lupus Foundation of America. I came across your blog and wanted to say hi. I'm in the process of reaching out to other lupus bloggers. I was wondering if you'd be interested in exchanging links to one another's blog. You can read the LFA blog here http://lfa-inc.blogspot.com. I have already added a link to your blog on the LFA blog, in the section called "Lupus Blogs We Read." I would love to talk more with you. You can reach me at davis@lupus.org. I hope to hear from you.

    You may also want to consider sending some of your poetry to the online version of Lupus Now magazine. There's a section called "Creative Corner" which features poetry, stories, cartoons etc. from people living with lupus. Check it out here http://www.lupus.org/webmodules/webarticlesnet/templates/new_magazinenow.aspx?articleid=258&zoneid=66

    best, Wick

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  2. Anonymous13 January 2009 at 01:29

    Hi there,

    Thanks for leaving me a comment. Your poetry is inspiring. I write it myself, it has a way of healing. I still say that lupus does suck. I express myself in writing better then words. I am curious on how you "treat" your lupus.

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  3. Jo25 January 2009 at 23:25

    Do you miss Bombay? Somehow I think India must be such an exciting, beautiful, energetic country. I would love to see it sometime.

    Your avatar - is that a picture of you painted by your Mother?

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  4. Shaista25 January 2009 at 23:43

    Yes! One of her pastels. The only other portrait she has done of me is a charcoal sketch when I was five. Isn't her work beautiful? She exhibited frequently in Bombay, but somehow the English market does not appreciate her vivid oils and large scale garden canvases. Quite frustrating, but it means she has concentrated on portraits. Each one is a treasure :)
    I have not returned to Bombay since I was diagnosed with Lupus in 1997. I would love to see it sometime too!

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  5. A Cuban In London27 January 2009 at 15:14

    The killing line for me is the last one. Are you reading what you just described? Are you reading whilst listening to the surrounding sounds? Is your reading (usually quiet) active (listening)? What a beautiful poem.

    Greetings from a few miles away (London).

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  6. Gemma Wiseman2 July 2011 at 02:01

    A beautiful moment when the breath lingers to touch the soul!

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  7. Brian Miller2 July 2011 at 03:03

    you gave just enough for me to be put in the moment and feel the serenity...

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  8. Claudia2 July 2011 at 08:50

    this was so serene and peaceful..and i can imagine that an english village may be way too silent when being used to the hustle and bustle in bombay..

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