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poddarku
Senior Member

since 2008-01-15

Posts 589
india

0 posted 2008-09-01 10:34 AM

Easel of a writer

Move quill, there are few more
paragraphs to create.
A patch of lazy ray
Has high lightened the leaf.

Turquoise blue is his ink.
Always a swim in dream….
A few patches of it
on a hand whose life-line
is a winter-time creek.
Withered leaves float, silent.

The writer’s trembling grip
spills more than he takes in
every weary sips of
his balmy poison, drinks.
An old prescription lies
unattended, lonely.

This memoir may linger.
Unfinished. A yellow
bird on the window sill
tweets for a while then flies.
“I am joining. Don’t go
so soon.” Hallucinations
grows into the writing,
mist on the memoir.

{A lazy light has fallen over a piece of paper.
Who can say, this may be the history itself?
Or the making of it.}

clever talks delay friendship!

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

1 posted 2008-09-01 05:41 PM

This is tantalisingly enigmatic and its slow images paint so many interesting elements on your canvas, that my eye drinks in eacn detail to the dregs, before moving on to the next and the next and the next.

- Owl

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

2 posted 2008-09-02 07:52 AM

quote:
A few patches of it
on a hand whose life-line
is a winter-time creek.

Every line a beauty! The above quoted is impressive.

Dear Ku, I love reading you and dwell within your beautiful mind's creations.

Love,
Margherita

"Love is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by Love."
(Rumi)

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

3 posted 2008-09-02 09:50 AM

Ku, I am a lover of poems about poets by poets! lol You have penned a lovely one here. I felt as though I was on the inside of one looking out! Your eyes, heart, and mind are those of a true poet.