Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
linearity
the peeping sun infinite lines from single point still the darkness befells
I like it. Light and darkness together. Not one or the other, but both. A vision of a tiger comes to mind for some reason. Maybe it is the black and orange. Thanks
Thats good, Darius.You are a good poet too. You CAN write poetry about sex on a tree!
Kevin, talking of tiger, see my next post on short verses. SOmehow you made me write that one. Thanks. BTW, you are welcome to visit my blog as often as you can.
Thanks don, those short verses sustained me during those plaster cast days!
4 comments:
Hmm... So close to something I wrote ages ago:
The bright orange sun
Falls behind the mountain top
Darkness swiftly comes.
I was trying to do the 5-7-5 syllable thing...
I like it. Light and darkness together. Not one or the other, but both. A vision of a tiger comes to mind for some reason. Maybe it is the black and orange. Thanks
Lovely Gautami. Your poetry returns in full bloom.
Thats good, Darius.You are a good poet too. You CAN write poetry about sex on a tree!
Kevin, talking of tiger, see my next post on short verses. SOmehow you made me write that one. Thanks. BTW, you are welcome to visit my blog as often as you can.
Thanks don, those short verses sustained me during those plaster cast days!
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