Attic eyes
A pensive eagle flies
in the ethereal space.
The encyclopedia salesman
crawls down the road
with his paralyzed cheery face.
A note of distant bell
is taking the shape
of a girl’s tress.
Yes, this attic knows them all.
This attic sees them all.
His boyish eyes have seen
the golden brown leaves flying
before they fall beneath
upon a road.
The lonesome kite
is losing a fight
with the reverse wind.
The once pink house and spinster
who lives there forever
with a cynic thirst.
The boy at the attic
of course knows them close,
like the creaky floor
where he lives,
like the pair of crutches
by the bed. © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Thank you for posting to our group. Cheers, Julia
The boy at the attic
of course knows them close,
like the creaky floor
where he lives,
like the pair of crutches
by the bed.
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 4,700 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)
And sad enough to make me sigh
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
This poem brings up many thoughts and questions in my mind. I will e-mail you.
Blessings and best wishes in a plenty - S.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !