Blind Feelings
Like a few monochrome faces
with their well set hair, Albert style;
slightly stiff mannered and hungry-
good time is striding her way.
She can feel the tacit sensation,
the tingling one, last felt at sixteen
in a summer day, on the roof…
She is blind but spring is blind too.
Together they hand-stitch this season.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 44
"together they hand stitch the season."
You are a man of many intellectual and artistic sensibilities.
Check out my spring poem "Rude Awakenig."
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
or sure strides toward a rooftop in the sun.
Stitch upon stitch, row upon row,
seasonal craft toward sighted love.
Poet Kushal, good crafting
Helping you reach your gather goals!
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
Thank you, For Sharing!!!!!!
Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way.
In the end, it is the person you become, not the things you have achieved, that is the most important.
Blessings and best wishes - S.