of blankness (Thursday writing)
{Richard Lynn Livesay, is one of the finest poets, and is blessed with a quicksilver pen; I have met. He told me, yesterday, that he is in a writer’s block. He? I was taken aback. Today, on the road to the office, I looked at the sky. Clear, yet a drizzle was there and I thought of the phase Richerd was in at that moment. And in the newspaper I read the fossil of Ida, a presumed missing link. I thought :}
Clear sky, yet a fine drizzle.
There are days, when these don’t mean
anything, pass on, fail to enter.
Is he happy? An enigmatic
equation, on a blank black slate,
does not tend to provide answers.
The papers, he touches, becomes ash;
scratch it and the negative scriptures
grow, become undecipherable.
Call this day, a buried missing link.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
And for me:
Matter of language
I fumbled with words for they were everywhere,
My request to pay attention
was made into a paper plane
which flew into a summer sky.
I said,
"Please, this time let me read you.
Let me complete my learnings."
All I got was a laughter risen from inside.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Comments: 48
Very nice
Thanks my dear friend.
lovely description of the neverending quest for expression
Very, very, very nice.
The new Comment feature is not HTML friendly so I will just say:
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
And I would say, thank you.
the writer's petard~exquisite descriptive formations~
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
Hey, I am honored
Beautiful poems about a common problem. Thank you for posting to our group.
Thanks.
Very Meaningful" and Very Beautiful"
Thanks candice
Kushal, very thoughtful ways to put feelings here. I enjoyed reading both. You also are a master of words, my friend.
Awesome work as always. I like the way you see things.
My dear friend, Poddar, Thank you . I am feeling better today. I've had too much on my plate lately and I let confusion control me. The fossil shall rise and become its own link to the perpetuation of poetic phrasing...and friendship shall become bed-rock. As usual, your poetry expresses your kind heart.
On the first poem: I agree that the universe is, as a whole, a neutral place.
Your second poem soars! (If you don't mind posting it separately, I'd love to feature it at the The Surreal Circus).
Here is begining of a series of writings, for the surreal circus:
The feeling of being watched is here, for you… of being watched
Kushal,
"Call this day, a buried missing link." This is spring loaded. Your combined choices here:
"The papers, he touches, becomes ash;" and
"My request to pay attention
was made into a paper plane
which flew into a summer sky." made for such a wonderful balanced effort.
Thanks for posting to The Surreal Circus (and how will we make live links?).
Great description. I've been there, and blank that slate can be.
Wonderful work
Thank you friends
Beautiful and wonderful tribute
This is smooth!
Life sometimes get blocked and we all keep moving anyway. Nice job.
A great dedication, dear Poddar - both are excellent! :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
very nicely done!
You get much praise and it's well justified Poddar.
I have been to that place, It's nice that somebody can draw inspiration from another's sillence.
I relate so well to what you wrote. Thanks
Writer's Block as Missing Link. This is an instant favorite of mine my brother; and truly with this one you doth make me jealous!
Later today, a Streaker Photo Tour, maybe a blue whale song & a Save The Planet group (maybe, if not soon.)
Don't be jealous, here is something you have inspired:
The latest from me. The feeling of being watched is here, for you… of being watched
As always, nicely done, Poddar.
Both are delightful and inspired, Kushal.
Thank the stars that it wasn't buried deeply. When Kushal faces writer's block(theoretically it could happen), he glares at the stars and says: Then stars I defy you!
Please respect the Photography is Art Group's wishes as a group for photography articles only...Nice writes BTW but try posting on our post everything www.postingforpoints.gather.com most appreciated...
Poddar, you have surpassed yourself, or is it just let more of your muse show?!
You're always able to find inspiration in any place! And, I am really happy for you.
Lovely poem friend.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Poddar, I don't write enough to get readers block.lol. These are very good. Thank you for sharing.
I very much enjoy the imagery of thought in these lines.
'The papers, he touches, becomes ash;
scratch it and the negative scriptures
grow, become undecipherable.'
I think this sums up writer's block in a vivid poetic outpouring of woe.
Although I believe the last line of your second poem was meant to be derisive, I think a poetic does need to step back and laugh at himself when the verse doesn't cut the mustard.
It is perversly refreshing when people we have put on a pedestal turn out to be merely human and as prone as the rest of us to human limitations. Good luck to Richard in overcoming his block. Mine has been around so long now it can almost grow a beard!
And dance and sing
Why don't you write again on another endangered animal? Your tiger was a good specimen.
Unfortunately, Kushal, I do not control the muse. She controls me.
Very nice.
Thanks! Sorry for the generic comment but I'm wading through over 500 e-mails.
wow very open minded
Many htings said here my friend, very refreshing to me. Thank you.
Hugs, Barbie