Today Is Not Today

Today Is Not Today short poem

The same rhythm of a million years,
Today is not today.
The same rituals of splintering spheres,
All acts of the same play.

The same longing that filled
The first vagrant lone poet.
That grew and dreamt and then distilled,
Beneath the time space net.

When he wandered the lonesome plains,
In a gray primal dawn.
Like dying people in his veins.
Fading to be reborn.

That made him want to hide his face,
And cry into the grass.
Like meteors that lit up the space,
In mystique midnight hours.

So he crept from his sleeping hearth,
To find torpid green springs.
Where he let those strange words take birth,
And fly past on dream-wings.

So he wished to laugh to the hills,
And hear his voice echo.
When startled birds sang in trills,
He felt beyond, much more.

So he etched forms on those cold caves,
Let sheep find their way home.
And lost himself in undying waves,
Became part of the shore.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Twenty Poems of Light and Longing: Rabbit HOLE calling

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Jay Krishnan

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Always wide eyed with wonder, prone to reveries and restless with an inexplicable yearning to create ever since he was a little boy, Jay wrote his first poem when he was six. He discovered the ore of his creative endeavors in the writings of his sister from which everything else originated, in attics filled with vanilla smelling old books, in savoring the classics and in intricate poems of Wordsworth and William Blake inlaid with rhyme…. His poems have snuck under editorial radars and appeared in global anthologies, magazines, newspapers and online journals. He also runs an idea shop called the Centre of Gravity, draws cartoons, directs animated short films and conceptualizes communication campaigns. All of which originate from the same artery of poetic longing that destiny charmed into his soul.
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Kavita Jain

today is not today,same rhythem of million years yes indeed when old will willingly dissolve to give a new order a new earth ,very beautiful poem indeed

Daniel Brick

Your poem has stretched my imagination, as indeed writing it stretched yours. The tone is nothing short of elemental. I say that with genuine appreciation for your poetic gift. You maintain that elemental tone throughout the poem. And I was swept along. It wasn’t until I finished reading that I realized how perilous
your position is. One false move, one wrong note and the elemental mood you created would have collapsed.
But your words go from strength to strength in evoking this elemental reality. Of course it is your central character, the primal poet, who embodies this strength, and the journey he takes apparently will not resolve
the depth of emotion he carries within. But at the very end you tell us he LOST HIMSELF IN UNDYING WAVES, BECAME PART OF THE SHORE. This is pantheism. He spreads himself into a much older consciousness than being human. He is becoming one with nature. This is a remarkable poem that uses words to take to a level of reality beyond words.


Beautiful, beautiful poem. It flowed from start to finish into eternity.


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