Sarah Is Asked to Dance
She sits alone at the lover's prom,
cross-legged on the placemat of eternity -
waiting for just a quick glimpse of her beloved Siddhartha -
mesmerized by the buzz of a pesky mosque Gita -
wondering if anyone will ever ask her.
She watches as the others pollinate among the tai(dyed)chi snips -
fluid motions of cosmic crumbs that stick to the valentine loti.
Long she has longed for Paramhansa to breathe
those sweet cyclic nothings (that sound of one ear hearing -
be here now . . . here be now . . . be now here . . . be nowhere).
Om is where the art is.
At last she is approached! Subtle serpentine shoulders.
(many hands to consort her like an old Beatles film)
Stormbow tunes scamper up and down her spine -
as all disappointments of her desire
fade back into the effluvia from whence they began.
And the river, always flowing, never moving, trapped in its cradle,
introduces her languished partner,
“Hello. My name is Sam. Can I have this dance?”
In and out, up and down, round and round -
Sam and Sarah become the prom.
Gazzelle, March 2006
She sits alone at the lover's prom,
cross-legged on the placemat of eternity -
waiting for just a quick glimpse of her beloved Siddhartha -
mesmerized by the buzz of a pesky mosque Gita -
wondering if anyone will ever ask her.
She watches as the others pollinate among the tai(dyed)chi snips -
fluid motions of cosmic crumbs that stick to the valentine loti.
Long she has longed for Paramhansa to breathe
those sweet cyclic nothings (that sound of one ear hearing -
be here now . . . here be now . . . be now here . . . be nowhere).
Om is where the art is.
At last she is approached! Subtle serpentine shoulders.
(many hands to consort her like an old Beatles film)
Stormbow tunes scamper up and down her spine -
as all disappointments of her desire
fade back into the effluvia from whence they began.
And the river, always flowing, never moving, trapped in its cradle,
introduces her languished partner,
“Hello. My name is Sam. Can I have this dance?”
In and out, up and down, round and round -
Sam and Sarah become the prom.
Gazzelle, March 2006
Author notes
The Beatles movie, "Help" was originally titled, "Eight Arms to Hold You." Baba Ram Dass wrote "Be Here Now." As for the rest, inquiries by appointment during business hours only, please.
Written March 15th, 2006
A contest entry
- Contest: Samsara, Karma and Dharma by Oya Ayaba Nikua.
300 points, ended March 26, 2006, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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pollinate
that one word, pollinate, worked like no other word in that context. i really liked the juxtaposing of another culture into this prom 'ordeal' very nice.
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Wove a story within the texture of a song. This is beautiful, full of artistic dance and cultured like pearl.
Been a long time. How have you been, Friend! Do you remember me?
My best to you always! Hope you are well and thriving.
Love,
Kel

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You transposed me ....
and your world is colorful and mesmerizing ...
Om is where the art is
Really?

Enjoyed the read.
Love
Myra

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I appreciate the style you have written this in and the interesting choice of context with regard to being inspired by a modern song as a way to translate the spiritual conceptst. Thank you for entering the contest.
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Awesome work!
WOW! This has beautiful imagery, excellent word choice, wonderful alliterations(especially love "cosmic crumbs") and great flow. I love the title as well.
All the best in the contest,
Charishma
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Very cleverly done, indeed! Light, yet deep enough. Round and round in the karmic reel, Sam and Sarah are the dance. Good fortune in the contest.
Peace and blessings, Myrddin -
this was so clever. I really enjoyed it. I am so glad I clicked
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