Category: poetry
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words can be trees
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black
“What was he doing, the great god Pan, down in the reeds by the river?…” Sometimes some poem stays in us for years, to decompose slowly. So it was with The Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, decomposing in me for years. I had read it when I was in high school. It is about…
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how my heart…
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Ripe Tomatoes And The Mind
Make me a tomato not potato — that, I may ripen. Bulging with such juicy juice. This world is mean. It will bite, into you if you are a juicy fruit. Potato is a much safer proposition. I shall ripen in the mind. Juicy bodies people bite into like barbarians. I shall ripen in the…
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Gratitude overflowing
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A Letter To My Boss
Give to me a steady stream Give to me your words I pray Take me to a place of joy Tell me what you have to say. So we rest, all three of us You and me and readers too In a place of fulfillment Give your words a-ringing true. Sing your song, take me…
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A Letter To Separation
Dear Separation, you have filled my heart with a glow, a subtle saffron sliver on my tongue… How might it be if he were here? I do not know. Dear Separation, I swim in you. A moment fresh as lime, then — a teal damp peaceful pain… How might it be if he were here?…
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I did not pray for your good health
When a loved one is unwell and far away, and we are clueless of what he/she is going through, unable to be of any help – I did not pray For your good health, I prayed that I experience What you’re going through. Just so I know. Just so that I can Be with you.…
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the center within is still intact
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Now A Tiger
Long was the winding queue, In it standing was an urchin – Empty mind an’ empty tummy Waiting for his lowly luncheon. Mind nibbling empty mind, Tummy pinching at the tummy, And our urchin in the heat Standing for a morsel grummy. Suddenly a lighting bolt Struck our little hapless lad – Suddenly he ran away…