Tag: writing
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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December 21, 2009 08:04 PM EST --
The penumbra of a Monday
The shadows’ montage on the Monday path;
the shadows of cars, trees, people, rooftops;
everything is on the move; even trees
move from . . .
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December 17, 2009 07:54 PM EST --
Columns I
The white columns sweat the way I do
though it is arid winter, weak sun.
Sometimes we soak in salt and a sea
wakes up on our palm. At any rate,
the waves obliterate . . .
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November 21, 2009 08:48 PM EST --
Prime numbers
It is always an early winter;
I have math grades to show my father.
Brown leaves fall on those sheets. I can say,
it is not an effortless . . .
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November 28, 2009 09:31 PM EST --
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Estate of dust
It must be trying to reveal this
you have revealed through your Spartan room!
For instance I can see your never
having owned a thing . . .
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November 30, 2009 09:14 PM EST --
Affair with a dead poet
Vital blood of a fountain pen on the floor;
dead muse from a century before flips, turns
as the wind blows. Saliva dribbles down . . .
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December 13, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Reality of a vacation
It falls, dignifiedly sloth, deliberate;
it falls while we listen to the stream, the tune.
The harmony embraces us; the rich hues
of the . . .
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November 19, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Neighborhood
She could have been living in the center of earth
emitted just this moment without a care for
the twenty years passed in between. A teenaged love . . .
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October 03, 2009 07:52 AM EDT --
Hearing a festival
The promotional colored handbills
are in a fancy flight of freedom.
Roads cheer; wind blows; children dance, couples.
These are the special . . .
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October 11, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
the last will and testament
A renewal clause, pen's cap opened,
spectacles rest on a document
of life, of seasons, of autumn, of snows.
Autumn twits on; the hidden . . .
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October 12, 2009 09:35 PM EDT --
Noiseless Sunday
A glow bug flew onto the tip of my finger;
flaming stories of the briny days burned and burned.
The woman we share in our life turned a page of
‘A death in the family’; . . .
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October 14, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku for granny
rain drops on the sun
they bring the heads together
sunflowers
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting . . .
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October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
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November 12, 2009 08:41 PM EST --
Lunch hour on the 30 th
Sound of a cooker, middleclass home,
the month ends; well, almost. See a kite
stuck on the roof. Father has troubles
to keep his . . .
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November 30, 2009 07:13 AM EST --
relationship
Hate soaks a piece of cloth in water
with love she applies it on my head.
Twitches her mouth. She says that I have made
her face these trying times . . .
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May 23, 2009 06:38 AM EDT --
Interchange
( To the Group Surrealistic Circus-II )
The last time, you took a point to touch the grass,
to smell, like a vintage Chateau Margaux,
. . .
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September 29, 2009 07:07 AM EDT --
Of silence and revelry
The emerald convoy of hedges, leaves;
those tired homecomings are blessed. Pebbles
carry one step at a time; drained steps.
The door creaks. . . .
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October 04, 2009 09:45 PM EDT --
calendar for my friend
Numbered are the days.
Bring the new calendar.
A bash is going to be
organized at home.
Is it your home or mine?
Does . . .
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November 08, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
words caught in a photograph
Onomatopoeic words scatter
with your entrance. Pose with a flower;
sit on the table before a glass
half filled with milk. Search love. . . .
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December 03, 2009 09:55 AM EST --
Value of those pretenses
Pretend you believe; the pretense
is worth the same; their values alike.
Pretend you are watching the mountain,
sun melting . . .
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November 16, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Forced diet
“What we are is just what we believe.”
I tell this to my lunch hour glass of
water. The whole lunch consists only
transparent liquid and opaque grief. . . .
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