Buddha's fire

Buddha’s fire

 

Buddha’s hand enters into fire.

Rattling guns and vomiting death,

Rounds and rounds of limitless war,

Buddha walks with thirst through the road.

Somewhere it rains still. Moisture in air.

The serene sky is amused with

Play men play with dirt, life or death.

A boy playing picks up a ball.

Before Buddha can stop the blast rips him apart

And from each part blooms thousands red flowers.

Buddha closes his eyes. The chimes sound wild.

Paths are breaking in paths, men are rushing

To gather the flowers born red of blood,

Sun illuminates the sublime sparks and

Buddha’s hand enters into the divine fire.

 

Reviews

[Cece]

who was to hear of a monk riot
Chinese troops to be send
to stop the riots
forced to stop the monks
from siting in a corner in lotus position

i know Buddha is the story
but came to mind as i read
but it was hard to read
while thinking of rioting monks

i'm sure the imagery was good
but my mind wandered
on current news events
but i still give you a rate of 100%

[lori c]

i can imagine buddha himself wandering the roads, surveying the devestation, and puzzling over what became of his enlightened ones. the images in this write are vivid, i especially was drawn to the red flowers flourishing from the boy's spilled blood. similar to an old cherokee legend of the white rose and the trail of tears. human suffering is something we all have in common. when will we stop causing it and start healing it ??

[deadlife]

What so say now.. I mean.. Seriously.. What to say! It is wonderful..literally full of wonder.. I'm still wondering, what can be said after reading this. My thoughts are not it my control dear.. Your words headed them to different directions..It is really a superb write, won't let you think in one way. Every line's had a huge impact on me..and i'm wondering..Still wondering...
Thanks for sharing a marvelous write.

[E. M. Murren]

Passionate write. There is such a depth to this meditation as Buddha's path is the one of nonviolence as is the Christ's, but we all know what humanity does with paths of this ilk. Men rushing to collect the fruits of their labor... abeit self defeating labor. Much to think about here.

[None]

This is my favorite of your poems I do believe! A very well constructed poem with so much feeling!
Your words here....
"A boy playing picks up a ball.
Before Buddha can stop the blast rips him apart
And from each part blooms thousands red flowers.
Buddha closes his eyes. The chimes sound wild."
...I see such a vivid story within your words. I feel the boy is taken by violence and Buddha could not stop it from happening. I see the flowers blooming wherever the boy was destroyed. What an expressive poem and many meanings can be taken from it. Excellent!

[Constance]

As others have pointed out, you occasionally have a verb slip-up since you are learning English. SO WHAT? Those can be corrected. I can still read you, and your mistakes are few.
I bet the only poem I have up here in Spanish is full of mistakes. But someone can read it, and understand my words, and I'm sure my mistakes in my second language are more plentiful than yours, because your meaning, the beauty of what you have to say, loses absolutely nothing from them.
This is poignantly drawn, and fascinating. It made perfect sense to me.
The only change that is really needed is in the sentence the lady mentioned below. The word plays merely needs to be singular, instead of plural. Take off that little s and you're golden, dear. :)

[George Love]

A bit different, well writtne and thoguht out

[Kasey Klein]

Hello my friend.

well done. I love the pace.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Good one, I think my mind wandered a little bit. But the imagery was superb.


Great Write

[waywithwords]

A language difference that is all my friend Kushal. I loved this firey poem and so much enthusiasm in your wonderful writing. You write my friend "The serene sky is amused with play men plays with dirt. This does not make sense my friend. Then you wrote that the Buddha was ripped apart and later say his handgoes into the devine fire. Hope that it helps my friend but I will rate this 120. Brilliant. Anne. xxx