Thursday, September 23, 2010

what is

 my skirt lifted knee high
I stepped into the brook

smooth sand and snappy stones
under my feet

away from the nagging everythingness
a moment of blissful nothingness

the koel and me
in conversation

a busy snake
swimming to the sand

little red ants
stitching up mango leaves

and then I let the sand flow out of my fingers
as I sigh foolishly for yesterday and tomorrow.

5 comments:

  1. "what is" slips out of the fingers only for what was or what would be. very well put, rach.

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  2. I see the picture of a small girl in a red long skirt happy and blissful of herself and the world, not sighing at yesterday or tomorrow, but, smiling at it.

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  3. @sleepyface: thank you.

    @consumed: thank you for your comment. :) It just became more visible after your comment....I wonder though, I wonder if we are consumed by the joy of the poem and blocking out the hopelessness.

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  4. The poem is full of life. Please keep writing.

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  5. why have you stopped writing?

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