Life around bores
beyond human cognition.
Showers are yesterday's and
Spring feasts are long gone
drawing in its place, an ochre sun
Pit had dried up from a squashy
wet blanket to wet patch on a clay urn..
Squeezing me to the frugal space
between the cracks of a parched land
Speculating descent of an acid rain,
to feel her tongue on mine, decolor
to let her wither me back to mud
or I shall, at the hands of
another winter..
11 comments:
very well done- a quiet sense of confidence which pervades despite the last stanza..
very nice! curious - why human cognition? lol. ok why i picked on that is for another reason - ill tell u sometime offline. missed u ... glad to see u back on the blog :)
Yet again the imagery that so often comes to me... loved it :)
well u back after a short hiatus...newez gud to have u back...and ur post is as usual mindblowing!!!:-)
!!!!
(which means good as usual! one can't expect lesser from you!..hehe)
Esp loved it from this line...
"Squeezing me to the frugal space
between the cracks of a parched land....."
a heavy sigh
raised brow
my facial muscles
did a lil exercise
now what can i say...!!
you know it..before i could
even contemplate
Liked. :)
inkythanks
premailed u n thanks :)
boothanks a ton dear
DEGyou r so kind.. :)
Lovemarksyou make me feel so gud luvya muah.. :D
SophThanks sweets
Athenaam humbled.. :)
hey
how you doing
I really like the shape of your poem...intentional i believe for the effect...
Ash
I liked this piece very much. It feels so...for lack of a better word, elemental.
Makes me want to go out in the rain and be one with the earth somehow.
Enchanting, dear. The lines wrap me in a cocoon of wonder. ^_^ I especially loved the line "wither me back to mud or I shall, at the hands of another winter."
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