Sunday, August 12, 2012

At the periodic table

The moon, a cotton seed behind the clouds
Presides over the expanding night's stage.
Stars, the dim theatre lights decorate the ceiling.
But what is the play about?
It is about non-still life.
And the actors spring like deer in the woods.
It is life all the way.
Listen to the peal of a death squeal.
It only echoes life.
Half of the stage is in dark
while the other is all lit up.
Daydreams and nightmares
exchange their costumes near the dateline.
But what about the dead?
Everything finds its place
at the periodic table decorated with flowers.
Carbon to Carbon. Ashes to Ashes.

3 comments:

Avi said...

Wow !
This one is out of my brain domain -
'peal of a death squeal'

Loved the 'exchange of costumes'...and of course the idea of everything finding place in the periodic table...

Musings of a wanderer said...

Thank you Avi!

Raash said...

why did you use cotton seed? why not a 'stage light'.
I did not get the context of cotton seed in stage decoration except that it is white and floating.