Tag: metaphysical experience
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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January 04, 2009 09:44 PM EST --
Miasma
( A Snippet)
He thought he was touched by healing God,
others smiled, it had been medicine.
In his mental haze closed eyes could guess
Granny's unfinished . . .
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February 03, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A Run Through The Fire
Feet hurt while chasing tears on a street of fire.
I know, still the lady is waiting for me there,
at the beach beside the blue of the sky reflecting . . .
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February 04, 2009 09:37 PM EST --
a r t o f hea rt b reaking
A too late goodbye denies gravity,
it flies over the tiny patch of green
and sits on the cornice. The dry petals
of paper flowers are on the roof, . . .
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February 05, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A b u llet with my name …
(They said,)
There is a bullet with my name written on it.
It set out of a pipe, hot, energetic.
It has . . .
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February 06, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Whispers’ Tajmahal
A whisper lights thousand lamps
and he sees the ancient art
in those lights- it is her face.
Like a feudal king he thinks
to build a Tajmahal for . . .
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March 20, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
To Sherrie in Yellow Ochre
Suddenly it dawns in her mind that today is the day.
She is being released. Adieu big white building.
Adieu matron like figures moving somberly. . . .
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March 27, 2009 10:41 PM EDT --
Summarily snippet
Summer means John Beck
with a spade
in his hands.
Nothing’s Hitchcock here please.
He is just planting seeds.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar . . .
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April 13, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
Identify this darkroom
The pictures can tell history.
Fingers touching it, brushing it
tremble by an unexplained agony;
as if sun is going to set
amid a dense forest . . .
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April 29, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
Night of fireworks
The night of her rape was also of fireworks;
fluorescent flowers breeding in the instant sky
celebrating the end of a war which hadn’t ended.
. . .
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August 01, 2009 07:17 AM EDT --
Music break
The wrinkles on her
coffee colored face
transform into signs
and musical notes.
She thinks of those tunes
sung while harvesting,
sung when . . .
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June 29, 2009 10:09 PM EDT --
Elegy for Heidi
I
The clock ticks away.
But there is no layer of time
and no decision to make.
II
I have been jaywalking
on the edge of the roof
for the last few weekends; . . .
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August 08, 2009 06:47 AM EDT --
S tars so close
To Linda
The bright star, one, single, beside a corn moon
discerns them as one, mother and daughter
bemused, stunned, remained standing for . . .
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May 16, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
Ruin
The
trance of seeing a family getting together
makes him yearn, makes him saunter, through the noon road
leading towards a doll’s house, rejected by him
in . . .
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May 18, 2009 10:06 PM EDT --
To the river-dolphins ( Platanista gangetica )
The river of Ganges flows around my city
like a dirty dress of a vivacious girl, a child,
playing with its building set and . . .
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January 13, 2009 09:56 PM EST --
Evenin g is crossing
Stumble down to your knee,
the sun is passing through the shadowy crucifix.
A shrill cry of a kite in search of eternity
comes down.
The evening clouds . . .
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January 30, 2009 07:12 AM EST --
burnt umber
(for rainbow connection)
I dive down her chest and land in
a canyon of burnt umber,
where thousands and millions of words
gush down the lanes of blank phrases.
Hear . . .
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May 02, 2009 09:57 PM EDT --
in a flight
She picks up a book to forget that she is flying.
A cluster of clouds passes the window hole.
It is being sent to pour rain on the town
she has . . .
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January 12, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Hibiscus
(to Kimberly Ripley, whose winter bloom inspired me )
A cat runs through the yard,
she picks up her knitting from
where she has left it
before . . .
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March 19, 2009 10:28 PM EDT --
An Evening love
Her eyes resemble the cloistered garden, sprinkled
and ready to be played with; a garden seen
through the windows, slightly distorted by panes.
He softly drops . . .
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March 15, 2009 10:45 PM EDT --
Summer omnibus
A slow bus is letting the other cars pass.
The slow summer peeps in through the window glass.
A boy with two fingers inside his mouth
takes all . . .
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