He stoops and picks up his diamond.
A piece of broken prism, some may say.
It has been on the dirt.
He looks up
albeit there is no chandelier to be seen.
The place is now a ruin.
Whispers of silhouette roam.
He opens his fist with a deliberate tardiness,
carefully praising prism's value
or values multiplied
by the edges of the piece.
There it is opening the brightness
like a innocent child's fluorescent dream.
The prize prism is reflecting
all the light it can conjure.
The lights of history,
itself is colorless, objective.
The shattered piece of prism
analyzes it,
breaks it in thousand colors.
He listens to the hoofs of the horses
striking semi liquid darkness,
the neighs, the rolling cart...
the magic a prism can unveil!
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
Thanks for posting to The Outhouse Wall
Great writing, Poddar.
Clear cut example of synaesthesia.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
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countered to encounter remarkably beautiful in verse !
you the talented and gifted One I bow to you !!!
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)