WithChaosThere is notheory
A fistful of anarchy
enters in his dome of silence;
the silences interchange
the data, the identity of them.
How pleased he always becomes
when chaos swaps recognized words!
He yields to the imminent lost;
makes himself amused with chaos,
a stranger, a gush of whimsy,
a tangy departure from days.
: Will you have a glass of sherry?
Chaos, tell me wherefrom you are coming!
: Walked over an arid land
a widow of war; I have brought
a sack of earth from there for you.
I shall spread it over here,
in your room…
he watches his room grows awry
with dry thirst and prodigal wind.
Anarchy
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 51
It's a great piece but a challenge for me to dissect. You know that I love your work and think you're a genius writer. If I am way off, just blame my stuffed bronchitis head. Thank you for posting to our group.
Jesus Love You Too!!!!!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
I'll stop back later and try again.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
......and this is the written voice of experience - chaotic environments are not for me. Not that I'm all that organized, but I do tend to move and breathe freer in an organized environment. Some chaos is ok, but total chaos with no definiition is too chaotic for me.
Good chaotic poem, Poddar. Thanks for inviting me to read. -)
Have a wonderfully, wacky, somewhat chaotic (not too much, though) day!!
I tried.
hands of Poddar gaining momentum !!!
What is the burn in the death of your soul burning to get out ?
great writing poddar......
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
will have to read this one again- left you a ten even though I am still thinking about it