Pulsar by Ajanta Paul

 

Gilbert

Pulsar

Suddenly a word

becomes filled with light.

It is a neutron star

freighted with mass.

You explore its unimaginable 

density as it spins

innumerable times

in a second, heavy

with meaning. 

It beams

its radiance across 

the vast expanses

of your imagination

releasing spaces and

illuminating corners

you never knew

existed within you. 

The pulsed light

that reaches you

is the inspiration

igniting your poem.

© Ajanta Paul

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Ajanta Paul

Ajanta Paul is a widely published poet, short story writer, and literary critic. He was a former Principal of Women's Christian College, Kolkata. A Pushcart nominee, Ajanta has been published in literary journals including Capella Biannual Journal, Offcourse, The Statesman, The Wild Word, Atticus Review, and Spadina Literary Review. 

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More Thoughts on a Cabin – with Thanks to Robert Bly by Peter A. Witt

 

CHANNNSY

More Thoughts on a Cabin –
 

with Thanks to Robert Bly

 

I spent last weekend hunkered down

in a trapper's cabin cocooned in snow,

 

bright sun and winter cold accompanied

my snowshoed walk from where I left my car,

some three miles away.

 

Cabin has bunk beds, a table

with two well-worn chairs, and

a pot-belly stove that demands fealty

throughout the night if one wants to strip

away heavy winter garments and still keep warm.

 

Brought along my poetry journal, pencils,

and a smattering of rations,

hoping that the crisp air, pastoral views,

and a resident squirrel, who expects his share

of whatever it was I'd brought to eat,

would prompt my inspiration.

 

Last winter I completed a bevy of poems,

hoping this year will be the same,

though I may be too distracted by views

of snow clinging to the naked tree branches

and antics of the ever demanding squirrel

to get much writing done.

 

But first it's time to get the fire going,

think about warming some soup, and perhaps

heed the lulling whisper of the bunk bed

enticing me for an afternoon nap.

© Peter A. Witt

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Peter A.Witt

Peter A. Witt is a Texas poet and a recovering academic who lost his adjectives in the doldrums of academic writing. Poetry has helped him recover his ability to see and describe the inner and outer world he inhabits. His work has been twice nominated for Best of the Net. He also writes family history and is an avid birder and wildlife photographer.

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