Wishes at large
Her fingers gripping the glass
can go through the materials
the properties of the glass,
transparency, through the hardness,
through the liquid the glass contains.
It is almost twelve and
a bird, supposed to be a fade
wooden cuckoo will come out soon
with a forlorn hoot. Cheers!
Men and their wild wishes
no longer are malicious
as generally they are.
The hostess, with a sigh waits
for the last guest to emit himself
upon the lonely footsteps of night.
She pours a last drink and watch
the melted gold grow large and large
till tenses and times succumb.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
A Happy New Year with peace and love to my friends...
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Comments: 55
A wonderful poem about the passing of time.
As a minor critique, the word 'last' in line 1 of the last stanza seems like the finale, which makes me read the last line of the stanza as a metaphor for death. I'm not sure if that was your intention. Mood plays such a pivotal role and I don't really see but a possible trace of melancholy in all of your stanza.
Happy New Year to you, Poddar. I look forward to reading more of your great work in 2009.
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Blessings and best wishes in great abundance - S.
Happy New Year to you!!!
Lovely Poddar.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Angel
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 4,000 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)