MOVING COSMOS
Again and again it happens before my eyes; they are disappearing— their silent transitions and temporal textures. They pass through bodies deep or shallow, living or dead. We are awake or asleep within the labyrinth of the same dream, tremors of the lightning, quake of the land, fall of an ancient rock from the hillside or of this giant tree— a bird’s cry wades into the woods, I lose its trail. It was thinner than blood. I fail to poem its resonance— what is moving? the earth or its time? I put into the water an unbaked clay-brick. I wait there and watch — what, really, is moving. Those tiny particles, of —water, soil, words inscribed with an iron needle on the clay-brick— the entire cosmos. Poems, as always, are moving, leaving, and parting.
medium: earthen pot, rainwater, fallen leaf, unbaked clay-brick with inscriptions on it.
2025
M.P. Pratheesh is a poet based in Kerala, India. He was a collaborator in ‘let me come to your wounds; heal myself'(2020) and ‘Ottamuri veedu'(2025), cross -disciplinary art events with farmers and indigenous communities, curated by C F John. His poems and object/visual/ material poems have been appeared or forthcoming at various places including Modern Poetry in Translation, Pamenar, Almost island, Portside Review, RlC journal, Indianapolis Review, Indian Literature and elsewhere. His recent publications include The Burial, (Osmosis press, UK, 2023). He was awarded Kedarnath Singh Memorial Poetry Prize for his collection of malayalam poems, ‘piravellam’ in 2023. He can be reached at; treesnriver@gmail.com
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