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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

"Perspired temple" [a reply-poem]

Perspired temple
tear on the brink

long were the amble
nigh to the precipice

somewhere we settled
to linger & think
what were the mission?
where were rest of this?

squint of the eye
furrow of the brow

cloudmist in sky
portent at prow

pulling away
falling behind

outliving attrition
till witting the jest of this

7 comments:

Shilpa said...

..and walking away
o'er the shoulder
cast a last glance
at what couldn’t be

was it a moist glint
that i caught in your eye
or a sliver of hope
reflected off the sky?



Thanks David! I enjoyed this:)

david raphael israel said...

well!

not leaving
well enough alone --
here further play w/
the tiles of words:


was it a moist glint
that i caught in your eye?

was it the winter evening
that provoked my tremble?
...and walking away
o'er the soulder

what did the dark
branch resemble?


cheers! & thanks,
d.i

Enemy of the Republic said...

Oh, it is great to have you both! Such poetry! And Shilpa, I know the world has a way of getting mixed up in our poetic production--I'm working on one right now. But I am so glad to have both of you on board. It's great!

Shilpa said...

..But walking away
o’er the shoulder
the corner of my eye did catch
a dark leafy silhouette
dropping from its perch, low
- a slow molten pirouette
Dusk setting its edges aglow


Or was it the corpse
of you and me,
of a love once dear,
now mournfully dead?




Over to you, D.

Shilpa said...

Thanks a ton for having me here EoR, I am already it loving it here!:)

david raphael israel said...

When I questioned
  her (painfully)...

"Or was it the corpse
  of you and me,
of a love once dear,
now mournfully dead?"


she but shook her
head (distainfully)

"...or was it merely
a falling leaf fall
had forgotten?..."

she (strangely)
sat smiling --
but
  never said


d.i.

Dan Husain said...

I like the subtlety and economy in this poem. Especially the closing stanza. :-)