The frosted look of the concentrated essence (quintessence) is nothing but the melted (drain) colors of the sky (empyrean domain) that have taken shelter inside the glaucous-colored grapes in a frozen form.
shelter of patterns offer hindsight or foresight clear blatant vision
Aren’t patterns astonishing? We take shelter in them while also wanting to break them. Quite ironical, is it not?
The varied hues of clouds at dusk, stars at night, the rustle of a coconut palm, the ripples on a silent pool, the aggregation of ice crystals that present us the snow fractals, animal and human behaviour are all nothing but patterns. On a bigger scale, the Milky Way Galaxy which we’re a part of has spiral patterns depicting a Fibonacci sequence in space. Isn’t that stunning? These regularities that reveal themselves in our observations often offer a sense of satisfaction to confused minds, and act like a shelter to hazed thoughts.
Not only in nature are these configurations present. We plan our days, maintain a consistent routine to manage the time and weave a pattern around us consciously or otherwise. We accidentally meet a good old friend, and at once our brain frames a pattern of longing to meet them all. Rhyme schemes are also patterns used by poets to please their readers. Even chaos we face in our lives is an unrecognized pattern which barely gets recognized. That’s what has transformed into the cliché of ‘history repeats itself’.
But, as much as patterns fascinate me, I feel that they’re also a trap.
The tanka pictures the scene of a meteor shower. The territory is that of the planet Earth and the cloak belongs to the sable sky.
The poem can also be conceived as an expression of love, wherein the act of a man who appears hard on the outside (dark cloak) opening up his soft inner self (silvery streaks) to his beloved would illuminate her world that is already sparkling with the bond they share.
Have you had a night full of peaceful sleep that your eyelids just refuse to open, in spite of you being inspired with dreams of hope to have a productive day? I just had one such today. At such times, which dreams will you let take flight – the dreams of the night or those of the day? Today, sadly for me, it was the former.
Here are two takes on the same thought; each one is a verse of the poetic form – Naani.
——– Take 1 ——–
Her eyelids refuse
to leave the bed of peace,
impeding determined dreams
when it's time to take a flight.
I had 3 different conceptions while framing this tanka, the first being the direct inference of the biological formation of a pearl in an oyster, and the second about a motivational stimulus. The third perspective, not associated with the entire tanka, is a euphemism with a human hermaphrodite.
crepuscular rays popular daze of blue streaks musical light show stellar stars steal the party as pendulous pearl proceeds
This tanka depicts the twilight scene when crepuscular rays take control of the sky after the sun sets. Alongside the chirping music of birds and the dynamic shades of light rays, stars arrive stealing the show with the moon that appears as a pearl in an unseen pendulum.
magician strolls sky exotic garden of night tenderness unfurls bosom of moon blossoms bloom nocturnal love glows in dark
This is my first attempt at writing a Tanka.
➟ Tanka – Brief History
Tanka (a poetic form with 5/7/5/7/7 syllables) poems are ideal dictions of intimate and deep emotions and act as secret letters expressing love, gratitude, self-reflection, or desire. Unlike haiku, Tanka lets ample visualization with the use of metaphors, personifications, and similes.