(Art) Dissection of a Thought Balloon by Belinda Subraman

Dessert Cliffs, alcohol ink by Belinda Subraman

I sense my grandmothers.

I am now the age

they always seemed to be

with stern blood understanding

once removed from the sting of judgment.

 

Wisdom nods unconventionally

seasoned by tolerant love,

compassionate wishes

ancestral salutes

through antique scents of creaking floors

of mulch and cannabis.

 

The breeze heavy with Earth’s kiss

reminds me the trees were my friends

their nuts and leaves my toys.

 

Childhood obsessions,

dreams of desire

turn inside out.

 

Autumn freshness

wombs inward

toward the fire.

(Meet mago contributor) Belinda Subraman


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1 thought on “(Art) Dissection of a Thought Balloon by Belinda Subraman”

  1. Re: Dissection…a beautiful poem and one that expresses so well the process of becoming an elder…. our perspective widens has more breadth, so much becomes relative to that which was… of all the years of my life these years are most precious to me.

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