Five Poems by Belinda Subraman

 

We’re Like a Breeze on a Summer’s Night

There’s a fine line between oblivion and sleep.

In twilight sleep the fairies dance

blessed by an ocean of air 

and chime fingers playing the wind.

I want expansion but cling.

I forget it’s all an illusion.

Everything fades.

The sun teaches that.

Colours bleach, objects rust and tear.

Death fades us into the stars.

Ceremony

Forest filtered light

cheek-kissing breezes

whistle through

shaking trees

silent lightning

all-seeing searchlights

meet a higher dimensional 

flow of energy

an all-ness

an awful beauty of mirrors

releasing ghosts of lifetimes

breathing spirit wind

nourishing its secret within us

understanding unknowing

Young and Autistic

Words clung tightly to my chest.

My speech was directed inward.

Inflated fear and wonder kept me mute

and dreaming

praying for the essence of words 

to fall on to paper

and tell me who I am.

The Cheering

Sorrow is hollow ground
with dried mud
cracking trapped space.
It’s wearing green screen suits
against a green wall
freezing everything but faces
with movies projected on cheeks
we watch in the nude
drinking opinionated Scotch
with American inhalable fear.
We are molecules, cells
invisible parts of something
that brightens in abundance
or bounces in 4:00 AM non-stop minds.
Hyperbole is our common name
trained to the glare that scares and moans.
We move as if concrete were setting
on multiple alternate lives.
Sensation is the escape we love.
Imagination winks us on.

Something about a dog barking in darkness…

saying something about life and “hello”

or maybe “stay away from my people.

I’m the big dog here”.

It comforts me, in bed, alone, at night

another life is watching and warning

vibrating invisible strings in the unseen net

vibrating roots in our shared earth

signalling the depth of our connection. 

We swell with oneness.

We have created ourselves through our source.

We are God transmuted.

We are God.

 

Belinda Subraman - Besides writing and publishing for decades Belinda Subraman was a Registered Nurse for 14 years, mostly in hospice. She’s also an artist working in ink and acrylics.  Belinda’s art and poetry have appeared in many publications both online and in print. She is editor and publisher of GAS: Poetry, Art and Music, an online zine  (https://gaspoertyartandmusic.blogspot.com  ) and interviewer for BeatLife ( https://www.youtube.com/@NewBeatLife ) and conducts Zoom reading and interviews at (https://www.youtube.com/@BelindaSubraman ) She was named State of Texas Beat Poet Laureate (2023-2025)