Tag: dream depth
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April 01, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
R etir ed
She almost has said, “You are retired, remember?”
The old man of course cannot read her mind
nor he can draw lines; forgetting the affair
that last month . . .
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April 23, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Mid Summer Noon’s Dreams
The station of mid noon is desolate;
the platform is really a flowing stream
waves of shining sun sweeps him away.
The aged . . .
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June 24, 2009 07:28 AM EDT --
I couldn’t let me die
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of . . .
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August 07, 2009 07:42 AM EDT --
To you, a dad
(To Richard Lynn)
Why should you begin anew
when you have not ended yet?
Disentangled threads
are being carried by the cats
as if they are moving to weave . . .
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September 04, 2009 08:00 AM EDT --
blank verse in the days of a flu
The shadow of a fern on a school building,
forlorn, tiptoeing moments break quarantine.
In this town, we all have the flu; shadows
tick as a slow . . .
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September 16, 2009 07:09 AM EDT --
changes we've yearned for
Madness passes, left you delighted
with a few drops of stolen freedom,
guiltless freedom which soon become clouds
of the last monsoon. Madness . . .
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March 30, 2009 10:35 PM EDT --
Lost ego (prompt)
The dejected birdsong is showing the emptiness, vast.
An unwelcome power cut and limp lights coming from porch. . . .
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March 31, 2009 10:47 PM EDT --
Bodhi
(To Stirling D)
The pierced bird is falling
falling, falling down.
The blood makes him remember
the time of his birth
he has seen on VCR
and…
he never hunts . . .
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April 02, 2009 10:32 PM EDT --
I, the universe
From here where he, a homeless lies
the shadows on the walls of houses look so fine.
The lazy as he is since his birth; looks
amusedly how our houses stand . . .
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April 23, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
Pardon Hans Andersen
I derive out of the sea, weeds clinging to my feet,
salt dripping from wet hair; like sailors’ myths, fictions.
I look at the wet, forlorn fishing . . .
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April 25, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
Twenty odd years
Small palms are puffy, pink
they clap together
as if involuntarily.
Laughter peels the hard world,
the city, the traffic…
it knows . . .
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May 21, 2009 07:45 AM EDT --
of blankness (Thursday writing)
{Richard Lynn Livesay, is one of the finest poets, and is blessed with a quicksilver pen; I have met. He told me, yesterday, that he is in a . . .
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June 06, 2009 11:39 PM EDT --
Secrets
A drop of silence.
A long road into conscience.
Fear is frightened.
My whispers moist the mirror,
I have been talking to; lips move.
A sweep . . .
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June 11, 2009 07:01 AM EDT --
The broken road to heaven
The broken road in need of maintenance
through which we have traveled, mute and solemn
to our delight
was alight with millions of glow bugs;
evening was another . . .
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August 19, 2009 06:54 AM EDT --
Stubborn that we have been
Preparing a soul is quite a job
it runs around the bed, naked.
To catch it and make it dress, tires.
I have to offer soda pops or
tiny plastic toys . . .
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October 30, 2009 09:25 PM EDT --
to the psychiatrist with a stabbing wound
(To Dr. Astrid Desrosiers and Kathy, she drew my attention to the news)
Stabbing wound; let the wet sigh gush out!
Now the autumn sun, . . .
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November 01, 2009 08:33 PM EST --
Sonnet for a host
Wings spread from one ear of the sky to the other;
the snowy egret flying. We have talked about
Shelly; talked about weather; whether you . . .
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November 09, 2009 08:41 PM EST --
Both the poems are dedicated to the victims and Andrea Grenadier whose poem has inspired me.
Parrot, on the war
Even in the days of a war, she catches . . .
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May 12, 2009 10:15 PM EDT --
Wild horse and shackles
A wild horse today invades in my jungle of dreams,
and I think of you. Moving. Departing our ol’city.
I have been watching like the time I watched . . .
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August 10, 2009 08:19 AM EDT --
Day s in, days out
The smile blends with blood; opens
the curtains of the east windows.
Dawn? Again? Crumpled bed swears.
Yolk color washes her and she
cannot be sure if she is
happy . . .
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