blows into the air, acrid too,
tickling my nose.
I watch the train on the bridge,
fascinated by the train of smoke,
a dark trail in clear sky
the seeds of toil on the ground-
a much needed respite from drudgery-
I touch my nose yet again
burnt ground, folly of merciless sun
or something unknown buried deep
by black suited man
in the deep dark night-
all so hush hush,
where thoughts too are censored
on a clear day, I look at myself,
almost translucent skin-
nothing so spectacular
"mutant life abounds where I live
isolated, but for the train.
even smoke is a welcome diversion"
17 comments:
Good write. I like the stanza where thoughts are censored at night. Meter is interesting as well.
Holding, quite intriguing...
very good!
Citizens ! Rise up and follow the lead of fearless warriors Arundhati Roy , Vandana Shiva and Gautami Tripathi !
One of joys of my boyhood was train spotting. I loved the smoky smell and the thunder of steam engines as they rushed past us we stood in awe of these mighty machines. It was one of my best memories of long ago. Thanks for bringing that all back to me.
It's amazing how simple ideas can produce such deep thoughts. You are an expert at it!
The smoke is a welcome diversion indeed...
I wonder what the burial contained? Deep and both light and dark!
Something in this poem makes me think of an alien observer. I love it.
Excellent, Gautami!
A powerful write, kept me glued to those word- plays.
'mutant life' that was powerful
'mutant life' that was powerful
I welcome those days when nothing spectacular happens!
It really is a grand sight! You captured it well.
=)
I'm with Kutamun. What a treat to get back to poetry. It has been so long. Glad to see you have kept the flag flying.
Trains can certainly be inspiring. enjoyed the smoky sense of this piece. I like how you join an appropriate picture with your verses.
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