Monday, October 08, 2007

night nods--unpoem---Monday Poetry Train

black vines intertwine
in countryside.
myriads of flower
bloom on muddy soil.
pitch dark, the night nods.

itching mosquito bite
enhances a yawn-
as wide as darkness,
reflecting ennui.

"moths still dance"

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10 comments:

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

black vines, muddy soil... I'm getting a feeling of destruction here, Gautami. Of... of autumn, of the growing season ending.

Very cool.

Don Iannone said...

What a ride you've given us in this poem. Hope you are well, Gautami.

Anna J. Evans said...

Very nice Gautami! I also got the feeling of autumn, of things started to get mushy and rotted..in the good way! :)

Anna J. Evans

Ann said...

Cool poem, Gautami, I got the feeling that the calender may say autumn but it still feels like summer, the flowers are still blooming and the mosquitos are still biting.

Lisa Andel said...

I'm with Ann. A place where both death, and the last struggling remains of life are.

Jill said...

Intersting how you see the vegetal world comes to live in this, trying to attact us. And should not forget those pesty mosquitos!!

julia said...

'myriads of flower
bloom on muddy soil.
pitch dark, the night nods'

I like the shift here from my imagining the blooms in daylight, to feeling the night descend. Also, using 'muddy' brings in prior rainfall. And all in a dozen words. Impressive!

Brian said...

A deep southern night with frogs croaking and owls swooping. Primal.

Joy Renee said...

'a yawn-as wide as darkness'
love that image.
but now i am sleepy.

thanx for visiting

Danika / OpenChannel said...

I love the idea of an "unpoem" - what's your definition?

As usual, great language.