She met
A Century Man
Lost by that River..
Drunk on the Mystic Chalice
Of Mist and Rain..
Strolling
The coloured street of the Unknown..
The earthy rubble swirled
In eccentric orbits..
Withdrawn rainbows
Of those moist nights..
Which hinted
His summer laugh...
Cascading down a discreet Carrousel..
Oh, that strange caprice!
Of an undone husky Sway..
Ripples in her breath..
Caressed the odd sparkling hours..
Into ageless times..
Where her eyes..
Met his Voice..
In the strangest olive gaze..
Whispering dreams of panache
And Panatella..
Drawn from that Unfeigned Ark
As She stood across..
The Jasmine Bay..
A little forlorn..
In an insipid floral shower..
Till the Scent of him
Blinded
the Jaded Shadows..
Of rusted rays..
and ashes of the earth...
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Allusive and musical. I was reading the lines aloud, and I felt the meaning of this poem lies in the music.
The hours, the hours, the odd sparkling hours...memories of the fireplace.
Well you did blog two poems back 2 back?I'll come back n read it again....I don't comment on poems until I go deep inside them.I did blog my V-Day poem 2day...do chk it out.And thanks 4 writing 2 me.
Cheers,
Deeptesh
Hi friend.. Interesting post.. keep up the good work.. Do visit my blog and post your comments.. take care mate.. Cheers!!!
I got transported to a different world out of space and time while reading this.I will go deeper inside and comment again if I might? Meanwhile,there have seen some very interesting comments on my blog and I responded 2 everyone's comments...including yours.If u have time,chk those out.N I'll def come bach in here.
Yes, Deeptesh! You can say whatever you wish to !
I'm here to listen to you!r invaluable words..
Stay well!
Yeah I'm back like I promised. Well,there was music in your words like Inamda said and it creates a sweet resonance.And your imageries, as I always point out,evoke a strange mysticism.
Reminds me of dreams....yellow pastures....folk tales...the golden river....half-forgotten smells...all so sensuous and forlorn, unreal love.
The images come and go as snippets of trivia...like the aromatic smoke of incense or the slices seen thru' the window of a fast moving train.Kirom mon kamon kamon kara....timeless....don't know how far u agree.
Thankuuu for all ur words everyone!
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