Hand Some Heals Some Kills
hand-some heals some kills
golden mirror from seoul korea
beauty of seoul korea is here in India through the winds
through your mind through my mind
in kimono so kind
shinto to her ancestoral artistry
a numbened geisha plays on her harp
enlivening us
I looked through the golden mirror
The golden life of others’ lives
My numbened face
guillotined
glows beneath
Scars and scares from some hands that has hatred
Sabbath from hand in some that heals
Like the fractured fantasy of frustrated [this] generation
Benign being of a womanness
Forlorn
For namesake
I shall love on
Human relations fornicates
And creates noisy quarrels
Humanistic holocaust
Hara-kiri
Halal
Diabolic deeds
Fools
Hand some that heals
Hand some that kills
Hand shaking for friendship handicapped
Out of hand
We need now is handful of peace
I hallucinates over halcyon times
Filtering out the filths
Fragments of me flowers elsewhere
Rhapsodized soul resurrects
For these sabbatical days
Screen displaying moving images
[a potter cut out a beautiful earthen pot from the mud,
and then he smiles]
a posthumous play
[venom in the voice-like two world wars men fought
two women fights I said try this- silence]
mouth-shut
only sensibilities of semiotic learnings
wounds of the wars are healing
Savoir faire
I am ready for my sacred writings…in this sculpted seclusion
poem by Lovita J R Morang
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