Passionate moon is reducing
to a pale disk, deep down the dim
tunnel of night. "Don't go." Still moon
peters out. A pitcher-glass, full
with potent sadness ferments new
infusions. She sweeps away all
the poisons, drags her dad to bed.
"Enough. I think it is enough
for the day." The residue of
whiskey is dead on the cut-glass.
He is speaking of mom, again.
She made a silent bed. Her dad
is still eloquent with his words.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Blessings and best wishes - S.
~Thank you for sharing your article with us at, "The Graveyard Hours."
A ten I leave you~ To help you reach your Gather goal..
brushed in pale wash of light
another example of writing right
Anythingwriting
I've long wanted to address your growing word craft. This one is so personally familiar I couldn't pass up the chance to say thank you and congratulate your commitment to making art from what's so tough in life. Soul food sir. Keep 'em coming.
Thank you Poddar
God Bless You
Good Job on a Tough Subject.
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Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 3,900 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)