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
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
"Perspired temple" [a reply-poem]
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..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:)
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
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!
..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.
Thanks a ton for having me here EoR, I am already it loving it here!:)
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.
I like the subtlety and economy in this poem. Especially the closing stanza. :-)
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