Childhood Imagination Sows Seeds of Future Brilliance
Myself, Shawn MacKenzie, and Jennifer Kiley have been perusing a week of Facebook posts and blogs to bring you these wonderful picks to inspire your mood this weekend. Personally, I found so many inspirational posts this week that it was hard to choose. In the end, I chose two poems by Reena Prasad (Butterflies Of Time) and some music that was shared by Fyscene Shields. Shawn MacKenzie brings us The Canadian Art Junkie, whilst Jennifer Kiley shares a piece by Cristian Mihai.
For my first P.O.W., I am featuring two pieces by Reena Prasad. Reena is a writer that stirs my imagination. She is the quintessential poet ~ fine, sensitive, and deeply sensual. Her powerful imagery evokes a smell and taste of India, as she transports me there through vibrant ochre word colour, fiery earth scent, and cinnamon spiced, passion.
In the first piece, Reena describes the work of Mahakavi Kalidas ~ one of the greatest scholars and poets in Sanskrit. Reena’s description of his work is poetry in itself…
Tender soft yet sure- the edge of his passion as he dipped his feather into her shadows.
Sacred and inviting – all at once she lay back and let art take the lead, he found that his deft touch made her glow as he scribed the softness along each proud curve.
Smearing his ink all over her wanton tresses for they insisted on lying upon unopened buds, he conjured the dimples that only art could know, put a firm feather tip down and wrote for the world.
It trembled but it wrote with the finesse of a lover, tremulous with what it had touched before, insistent that it should reveal its awe to every soul, confident that lovers could read what it meant to love.
Beauty, love denounced, now languish in shrouds, we struggle to write about love in sorry metaphors.
The finest of life has been pronounced a sin even though freely tasted centuries ago
©Reena Prasad 7th feb 2013
Poetry you suffer
from being caressed by bumbling fingers
unaware/uncaring of the skilled lovers in your past
never seeing how you recoil into a dark shell
your delicate feathers tightly bunched
Never seeing you pray
for the marauding night to end
Poetry you suffer
at the hands of pimps
and yet you blush
to the delight of your true loves
when they come across your lifeless form
at nameless brothels
And for music lovers, I want to share a marvellous piece posted by Fyscene Shields …
She says, “The link below is from August (they don’t always publish weekly), but I love it. CAJ, aka boomerontario, is an artist, journalist, and world traveler who showcases new Canadian artists. Though none of her featured artists disappoint, Rudolf Kurz’s work particularly tickles my sense of the macabre. There is a blend of old and new and the result is often quite startling. (And I think the Dragons would get a kick out of him.)
She says, “My Pick of the Week is Cristian Mihai’s post “Not Today…” It speaks to everyone who has a dream. Time is unknown. We never know when it will be taken away. We can’t expect at any age we have a lot of time to do whatever we want to do. We think time will wait for us. No, it won’t. Whatever it is we want to do, we can’t keep putting it off. To realize our dream during our life means doing it. We need to be in the middle of our dream every moment. We need to think about it. To dream about. To actually do it. I find this post to be inspirational & thought provoking. Living our dream gives life the meaning we need to feel alive.
Cristian makes an eloquent case for following our dreams now. He is consistently brilliant in his writing. And following his blog is an inspiration for me and his many other followers. He is young [he looks like a young teenager] and pursuing his dreams. He has published books and writes a regular blog.
The following is the beginning of his post “Not Today…”
“I spent most of today sleeping. Not because I was tired, but mostly because I felt like doing nothing. When I finally decided to get out of bed and write some stuff, the power went out. Ironic, isn’t it? I had spent most of my day telling myself that tomorrow I’ll have plenty of time to write, and when I couldn’t, I panicked.
There are few simple truths in life, and one of them is the fact that we rarely appreciate what we have until we lose it. Until it can no longer be. We tend to take things for granted, and when those things are taken from us, that’s when we want to fight.
We’ve always despised the ghost of what can no longer be.
But if that’s so, why not act? Why not act now? Well, first of all, because we’re afraid: of failure, of our dreams coming true. We’re afraid of the unknown, we’re afraid of journeys that might lead us nowhere. So I often tell myself that in order to reach a place no one has ever been to, you need to be lost. Truly lost.
Then, we feel as if time is on our side. Especially when we are young. We see time as an almost inexhaustible resource. But, the truth is, time is never on our side. People often tell me that I’m young and have my whole life ahead of me, but I don’t have that certainty. And neither do you.
As Faulkner wrote, “time is your misfortune.”