Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
Incandescence
Away from the heat of the yellow light, we sit together in darkness. A ceiling fan hums to a soft ticking wall clock. No sounds lost. No words spoken. Only a much awaited silence. Our cat gingerly slides in and out of the room along the edges of walls and furniture. The distant chug of a tractor feels like a past-life memory that I long to escape into. Opening a window I let in a portion of the night sky.
slipping into
the shadows of fireflies
a night breeze
releases me
into moonlight
About the Author
Vaishnavi Ramaswamy is a nature and animal enthusiast. She is passionate about books, photography, travel and music. Her areas of research and interests include language, linguistics, creative writing and poetry. Some of Vaishnavi’s poems have appeared in journals and she has a poetry anthology to her credit. She is a homemaker living in India with her family.
Very nice, I love the texture in this prose –different surfaces, creating different illusions. That split second of past life that so many do have for some reason, including myself
All the Best, Karina
Dear Karina,
Thank you so much for your kind words of appreciation. I deeply value them. Glad you liked it. The moment of the link to a past life motivated me to write this.Thank you so much.
Warm regards, Vaishnavi
Greetings Karina,
I think you’ve done a great job of taking us into the silences of that room … phrases that stuck in my mind were: . . . in darkness. A ceiling fan hums to a soft ticking wall clock. . . . Our cat gingerly slides in and out of the room along the edges of walls and furniture. The distant chug of a tractor . . ,
In selecting this sequence, I don’t mean to suggest you might have dropped the other parts ,.. just that you’ve brought the cats I’ve been fortunate enough to live with back to my memory with some lovely phrasing. You also brought to mind the importance of soungs … the ceiling fan’s sound, the chug of a tractor. Ray
Greetings Ray,
Thank you so much for your kind words and deep appreciation. So glad the narrative resonated with you.
Warmest regards,
Vaishnavi