Thalankuppam

[SivakamiVelliangiri]

Another Madras Day,2008

This is confluence. Call it daughters who meet the mother.
Rivers thirst for the salt of the sea.
Great poetry happens when rivers meet their legacy.
She was always sane, kept her distance.
One day she burst forth hungry for human corpse.
I went much later to the sea at Ennore.
There were boulders and sand bags. Great boulders
like shaped forts. She rubbed herself and made them smooth
as proximity to water caresses stones and shells. I wanted
to write my poem then and there. They, the virile poets
climbed a sand dune. I could not mount it.
I had with me a sea poem about Tutucorin.
In it I saw Ardhanareswar Sea, half male, half female.
Virulent ,forceful, lashing, silent, calm serene on the other
a palm leaf cross comes to the shore every year, believe me.

I thrust my poem scroll into Chandrachoodan’s hands and left.

[BobBradshaw]

Some nice lines here...and I like the analogy of the river and the confluence of mother and daughter.

Great poetry happens when rivers meet their legacy.

I thrust my poem scroll into Chandrachoodan’s hands and left.

[Kenneth2816]

Very epic, classical.

[Billy]

I like your poem, it's style, very much. It is epic as the Bhagavad Gita.

[FranktheFrank]

Another Madras Day (2008)

Mother and daughter rivers meet in confluence,
seeking to sate their need for salt at the ocean.
Poetry happens when rivers meet.
She is always sane, keeps her distance.

One day, she burst forth hungry for a human corpse. [cadaver?]
I went much later to the shore at Ennore.
There were boulders and sand bags.
Boulders as big as shaped forts.
She rushes by and and smooths them.
Her waters caress stones and shells. I wanted
to write my poem then and there.
But they, the virile poets, would climb
a sand dune to write. I could not climb as they do.
I had with me a sea poem about Tutucorin.
In it, I saw the Ardhanareswar Sea, half male, half female.
Virulent, forceful and lashing [can't be silent if lashing and forceful - an oxymoron]
but on the other side, calm and serene.
Every year, a palm-leaf cross washes up on the shore.

I thrust my poem scroll into Chandrachoodan’s hands.

Siva, forgive me for tinkering, could not resist.
I like the palm-leaf cross very much, evocative.
Yes there are churches in India.
I thought the start with the confluence of powerful rivers was very good.
I only understood the difference in the river when I typed it out.
Yes, that happens with wide rivers they can almost have different moods
in the same section of river.

You must do as you think best Siva, just some ideas for you to consider.
I hope there are no missing commas in my rough draft.