Tuesday, April 28, 2009

pot pourri

it is not merely an olive branch I extend on to you, towards you
can't you read every bud on it, in the angled branches, still so green
you want each word circled, each line underlined with a red marker?

Go, have a bite of The American Sandwich


I saw red
in google bots
spammers delights
biting spams
bot, go ogle
in the red sea!

Read the previous post. I lost my blog, Reading Room to I know not what.

Also look out for The NaisaiKu.. Challenge


Rajlakshmi said...

love the Sandwich... so wonderfully penned... the metaphors are so beautifully used ...

Anonymous said...

I love both your American Sandwich and Naisaiku. Both these forms are really evolving. I should think you did see red.

Literate Housewife said...


I just read Bethany's post about your blog. I am so sorry! I would be as heart-broken as you are. I can't imagine that they wouldn't have a back-up somewhere. I wish you the best of luck. I hope that they come through for you - and us!

Lorraine said...

You are such a all-around word artist, you're very impressive!

Stan Ski said...

Great play on words.

Andy Sewina said...

Hi Gautami, Wonderful words that touch my heart.

Love the way you jam the words in the NaiSaiKu, but so sorry to hear about your loss in the same breath.

Linda Jacobs said...

Horrible! Just horrible! It must feel like losing part of your life. I'm definitely going to back mine up, now.

Your poem really captures your angst!

Edward S Gault said...

A very poetic Sandwich-

Jeeves said...

Sandwich is yumm.

Philip Thrift said...

Your poem expresses what we're coming to!

sarah said...

The whole thing, the whole post, was altogether one big bit of wonderful!

anthonynorth said...

Both nicely done.