Tastes like life
A drop of gold on your tongue; roll it;
savor the flavor; this is what we
are made of…the taste of the moments.
The bar, the ignored non smoking sign
and the machine’s conditioned humming
watch the slow motion of a moment
from the yesterday’s game, recorded.
A coin for the four years old, living
on the street and the day’s good deed is
accomplished. Now you can smirk; enter
in a dark hole; emit your passion
and drag the unfaithful discontent
home; raise a storm; leave a dense blood pool.
Then the gale subsides; your woman walks
in the daughter’s room. The small lips taste
like distant memories; like life she had.
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Neutrality of the poison
I can feel it growing. The desperate bite
makes the mirror blue. In mirror sides change;
which side the fatality may take? I feel
the birds are leaving my garden; liquid night
deepens, darkens; music ends at my neighbor’s.
TV, perhaps. There dead man can revisit
in the next episode if contract remains
and producer is pleased. Pleasure has its ways
indeed. I can feel it growing. Pleasure and pain.
I cough more blue. Mirror, mirror; what’s your hue?
Poison takes no side. Thus I corrode my life.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
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hee hee
I totally love the phrase, "the taste of the moments"
You too, are an extraordinary poet. And a fine brother.
I know you've been, but maybe your readers haven't: Letchworth Autumn
:+)
the messenger in the song tells me so,
Another says I should be alone.
These songs ring in "broken records and words".
I love your poetry Kushal, but the heart of mine is not so dark,
even with the darkest night that calls.
My cooler would carry a six-pack, but I don't carry,
since the winter of my discontent will cool what I have to drink.
I ain't got wings, and so the song plays on,
to drown my sorrow with the words,
even with the memories of a shattered world,
that I put back together every day and night.
Thank you for an brilliant poetic comment.
I'm speechless, well, I'm actually never really speechless, but once again, I cannot chose a favorite line.
You are Featured in the Group, Poets, New and Old.
Thank you,
Marilyn
This writer has already read Robert's and Dawns, and highly recommend them both.
makes the mirror blue. In mirror sides change;
which side the fatality may take?
I can often, think of whole stories OR facts just by some of your poems passages.
Thanks ::)
in the daughter’s room. The small lips taste
like distant memories; like life she had.
I'm sorry to hear you are sick, and hope you are better soon.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
-R.
-R.
"A coin for the four years old, living
on the street and the day’s good deed is
accomplished. Now you can smirk; enter
in a dark hole; emit your passion"
Appealed to me lots.
The poems are good, though you can tell how bad you feel.
mirrors of denial
Will the favorite show continue...for how long? Will the medicine take? Will the pace reinvigorate with a side stream walk in the unexpected? And what about that small wink from the universe shrugged off as coincidence?
Look what you've begun poet Ku.
Ku, do you want to read a really fine piece of poetry? Then click this link. You can tell Nancy I sent you.
:+)
echoes and timepieces
~
mirrors of denial
I hope you read Nancy's poetic. Awesome.