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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

response to stimulus

David gave me a sly nudge in the side with this today, and is now sitting back with a gleam in his eye to see if it worked.

Yes, my friend, it did! And I picked inspiration for this three-minute creation from the footnote on your page.

Esteemed audience and blog members, my first one here, timing and brevity thanks to David:


Neither a beginning
nor an ending

Somewhere in the middle
we lie

Squint of the eye
Furrow of the brow
Perspired temple
Tear on the brink

Pulling away
Falling behind
And yet we remain
You and I

Now left, then right
And then,
The Current
sweeps us away
All consciousness rendered futile.

11 comments:

TULIP said...

beautiful shilpa...just beautiful

Enemy of the Republic said...

It's fantastic. Thank you, David, because now we can see Shilpa's work. I'm so glad.

Oreen said...

shilpa's here...how nice...EoR, you can sing now...

Shilpa said...

Tulip: Thank you, glad you liked it!

EoR: i must apologise for my disappearance - was just busy tending to matters in my offline life.

Oreen: Ha ha! Am heading to your blog soon to catch up with all that i have missed.

Jyotsna said...

I liked reading this Shilpa,something simple and lyrical about it..

velvetgunther said...

So Shilpa, I thought you said you didn't do poetry

david raphael israel said...

Herr Gunth:
I guess you're right
she'd said such....

quoth the caterpillar
I don't do flight
quoth the pineseed
I don't do height
quoth the wrapped candle
I don't do light
& quoth the shuteye
we don't do sight

kinda like that?
cheers, d.i.

Shilpa said...

Oh VG, but i still don't!
Here's why:

I only pretend to be profound
Yet, i can only be trite
I'd just rather be around
Than a million poems write
I can only write in sound
If I put up a huge fight
(And hence irredeemably proved;)
I could put everyone in pain
So, i'd rather be contrite
That is why, Herr Gunther
Poetry, i do not write.

:D
Kinda like THAT, David:D

Dan Husain said...

Oh this is a lovely response. Matching the original with grit! :-)

david raphael israel said...

brava! Shilpa, barra brava!

There's nothing like a witty denial of wit, a poetic denial of poetry, a lovely denial of love, a rich denial of wealth, or an eloquent denial of eloquence.

I only pretend to be profound
Yet, i can only be trite

said the redwood towering o'er the ground
from a rather heady height

I'd just rather be around
Than a million poems write

said the fly (whose eye they've found
has a million planes of light)

I can only write in sound
If I put up a huge fight

if you merely flummox & astound
& one-swoop-wise knockout every headlight?

(And hence irredeemably proved;)
I could put everyone in pain

& hence the pain-loving vagabond behooved
(with a smile) say that again?

So, i'd rather be contrite
That is why, Herr Gunther
Poetry, i do not write.

"I don't do gore"
---explained the panther


I'm glad you cleared & disposed of that question, young lady.

cheers,
d.i.

velvetgunther said...

Wow, never before has a comment of mine inspired not one but two poems!