Roger sent me a Dali
A Dali’s print lands me in breathlessness;
slant light yawning on her lap where it does
a Cheshire; talks on your secret laptop
flares up; I see myself craving your leave.
Night devours me soon I enter the bed.
Am I going to finish reading on
Dali and his works? A decision leaps
through the window to fall down two stories.
I know my neighbor’s dog understands when
a spirit rises or falls. Dalisque night
mints cold breeze. I wait till sleep makes it easy.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
what you need to say
The haunted sound of a car lock, the rain returns;
seeing off your daughter, standing with her husband;
unsatisfied, you do not know if he is the right.
Somewhere crickets, possessive about the night brings
surreal dins of dimmed light. A long drive glistens.
Ahead you go. Time is the only stimulant.
Blinding headlights come; leave a world to cope up with
still a world where your sleep shall dream that there is no dream;
that no drop of water falls on a piece of porcelain;
that moonlight is not aged, shallow, unable to
penetrate curtains, once chosen by a group called
family. Oh, how the trance of rain has tricked you
in forgetting to say welcome-in-the-family!
Haunted roads you have traveled just to forget that.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)


Comments: 74
Second poem: The dream-that-is-not-a-dream reveals the family dynamics in a striking way.
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus. You are now featured.
Dali, that's one of my Grand daughter's favorites-G8 stuff, as usual ::)
-R.
"Sometimes I dream up every word of a writing." Is that actual sleep dreaming or more like the Australian Aboriginals and their "Dreamtime" (lucid dreaming)?
Road / road less travelled.........? There's a road......? ;o)
-R.
Many roads are haunted by memory alone..........I usually take the road less traveled for that reason! :)
Here, it is the second offering that caught me well. You know me, I ALWAYS take the path less traveled.
All the might have beens missed or avoided.
I had to go and look at it after reading Roger sent me a Dali and then read it again.
I liked both of these very much.
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HUGS ~
Rene
personal myths
Ann M. says so well what I thought as I read your poems, Kushal. They are a pleasure to read because your detailing and voice are unique.