Jaya Gaia Sister Deva


no tale so sweet
a spirit claiming kinship
nothing less or more

a secret
not to deceive
but to house her sorrow
her mischief and delight


a sound
clear and sharp in the stillness

the call was a signal
for need and instant
no time left to us
great hounds had been loosed

and the light in the night
saw proper

showed no distance
a new and deeper feeling
of kinship


– This blackout poem was extracted from “The Night Land” by William Hope Hodgson. (http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10662/pg10662.txt)

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 4, 2012, in Blackout Poetry, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. You manage to hunt down the best of the lot!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Self, lover, the self, life and reality; it is all here, I think. 🙂 Thank you for your kind words, Archana.


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