The Spark

13 Jul

by Mani G. Iyer

You waited for the perfect spark
an excruciatingly long time, when
the only fire,
like the moon, waxed
from the smoldering embers
stoked by the breath of
love, hope and therapy,
before waning, out of habit.
 
It was perhaps, the longing of
your unfinished work
with your daughter,
your unfulfilled immigrant dreams,
wanting to feel the cool soil of
the garden you lovingly tended,
the surprises on the road ahead,
waiting to ambush you, that 
made an obstinate warrior of you.
 
You have now received an alien spark
on its capricious journey to
an incandescent inferno,
through which light, you can
rediscover yourself,
through which heat, you can
rekindle relationships,
through which soul, you can
be you again.
 

Mani G. Iyer was born and raised in Bombay, India and has lived in the United States since 1985.  He is deaf-blind due to Usher Syndrome.  He became deaf by the age of 4, night-blind by the age of 12, and now has very little usable vision.  Mani has just been awarded a writing fellowship at the Vermont Studio Center this coming September.

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2 Responses to “The Spark”

  1. Div Harish July 17, 2013 at 1:02 PM #

    Mani:

    This poem is as brilliant as you are. Hope you are well and enjoying every minute of every day of what ever life has to offer!

    • Mani G. Iyer July 17, 2013 at 8:52 PM #

      Thank you, Harish. It is difficult but I try to do just that. 🙂

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