for bala, one more time
~~~~~~~~
*humans
secrete and excrete
humans
ingest and imbibe
only a few,
select and exceptional
only the rare,
incomparable and imbued
can pour oil
from the heart daily
they, the oil-anointed ones,
marked as future kings
singer of songs,
poets and psalmists,
return their anointment
to the people who granted it
by pouring oil from the heart,
daily*
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
for bala, one more time
~~~~~~~~
*humans
secrete and excrete
humans
ingest and imbibe
only a few,
select and exceptional
only the rare,
incomparable and imbued
can pour oil
from the heart daily
they, the oil-anointed ones,
marked as future kings
singer of songs,
poets and psalmists,
return their anointment
to the people who granted it
by pouring oil from the heart,
daily*
The title was taken from a comment about a poem (often a source of inspiration) from Bala, that was stored away for a poem. Today, it arrived.
K Balachandran Feb 20
a poignant thought, a calm flame
every son of the soil keeps burning, pouring oil daily from the heart,
when one broods, on life, it becomes clear--
what else one can aspire, after everything is said and done..
Thank you Nat
Bala
PostScript
A second dedication for this poem
To Ms. Jeanne Midtowns,
another of the select and exceptional
only the rare,
incomparable and imbued...
this is for she, one who loves poetry as much as life itself...
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