The Parable of the Traveling Ear
Visions in Free Verse
I lost my ear once
And it crawled away
A long way away
squirming …
Harmony of cicadas
Every thirteen reborn
Numinous in the forest
enchanted
Mary walks with me
Everywhere I go
In devotion my life
unravels
Green is the parrot
On a swaying blade
Screeching grammar
violently
Primitive man, a mystic
Of symbols and more
Symbols, the truth was
radiant
Forgive the waters
Of this earth forsaken
Until dawn’s first rays
undulate
In singular rotation
Early morning breeds
Shadowy glow of blinds
seeking
Orthogonal in time
Past and Future present
A scratch of the stylus
remembers
Verses bleeding
From an unopened sore
Coagulates on pages
unread
Unsung songs
Stumbles through uneven
Cobbled pavement stones
eroded
Detailed explications
In excessive banality
Conceals a meaning
shrouded
Aristotelian metaphysics
Lost in confabulations
An angry grey shark bites
unkindly
Noises from the world
Squishes lazily back in
Bringing back tribulations
galore
Hiding in my ear pod
I am the universe
Lost in the singularity
squirming
© Unni Nambiar (Apr 21, 2024)
