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scorpio eyes shut Junior Member
since 2008-07-24
Posts 31kerala, india |
A poem with no rhyme or meter A contradiction in terms Or an anachronism already? A lexicographer’s lust Or a peasant’s unending toil? The gurgle of a brook Or the sweat rolling off a worker’s back? Calligraphy in blood Or the hurried jottings of a ball point pen? Poetry’s shadows mingle With the smiles of winter’s last morning Black, grey and white Unclean lines, unsure beginnings? Poetry’s sheen merges With the sighs of passion’s memories Rich, warm and colorful Of lingering moments, hastening breaths. The smudges of my pen- Notches on a mud road to that far-off distance Or a tree lined avenue to nowhere? Your laughter-filled eyes Or my labored verse? |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Wonderful! To me, poetry is to songwriting what television is to movies; similar, but ultimately different approach all together. Me, I'm not a poet, but I play one on T.V. (then again, I'm not quite a songwriter but...I play one in the movies?? hmm..)  Anyway, keep up the great work, I've liked pretty much everything you have written that I have seen so far, and I look forward to more. "How do the angels get to sleep, when the devil leaves the porchlight on?" -- Tom Waits, 'Mr. Siegal' |
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